Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 9

Christopher's Big Dream
Bradbury School, Cheung, Charlize - 9
Christopher had a big dream.
It was to ride on a boat.
Every night he dreamed of it, and finally, unexpectedly, his chance came.
You might think, “ Why does he want to go on a boat so much?”
The reason was that his father was a fisherman. Every night, when he came home, he would
tell Christopher about all the things he saw when he was fishing for sea animals on the King’s
boats in the sunset.
Christopher was always fascinated by the king’s boats. That's why he wanted to be on a
boat so much. One day his father came triumphantly home early from work and said, “
The king wants me to be his personal fisherman to catch fish for his meals. And, I got a
private boat for us to use!”
“Can we go on it now? Please?” begged Christopher. His father, startled by his
enthusiasm, hid it by saying firmly “Not now Christopher, it's late.”
The next morning, his parents were startled awake by the banging on the door. “Come
on!” Christopher shouted, “ Let’s go and see the boat!” So they hurriedly set off to have a
quick glance of the boat before his father went to work.
After having a quick look, he convinced his parents to let him stay a little longer to
have a proper look of the ship, his father wrote down the rules and left him with his
mother. Christopher explored the four corners of the ship. It was amazing, everything
they needed and wanted was in the ship, and each one reminded him of a happy
memory. The fake jewels reminded him of the pirate stories his father used to read to
him before bedtime and, the cannon reminded him of his old toy castle with toy
soldiers and weapons, etc.
That night, Christopher had a weird dream. First it was of him and his parents on a
ship, peacefully sailing out sea. Suddenly, out of nowhere, came a giant dark
whirlpool, crushing the boat and sucking him in. He screamed and screamed till he
could shout no more and woke up panting with sweat dripping down his back. Then,
he rolled over, went back to sleep and totally forgot about the dream.
Early in the next morning, Christopher followed his father to work. He jumped up and
down and ran around impatiently as they slowly made their way along the street. “Hurry
up!” He shouted, as he ran towards the pier.
It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and the fish were
jumping, their colourful scales reflecting on the water. It was all very peaceful until ….
BOOM!
A rumble of thunder shook the boat off course into the dark, rolling waves on the cold,
salty water. Christopher hung on for dear life but he was still flung around the cabin.
Then, it was all still. Christopher crept out of the cabin and onto the deck. He had
misunderstood the stillness, the waves had eased but the wind was as worst as EVER!!! He
was thrown around the ship as he desperately tried to grab on to something solid. He slid
down to the edge of the boat and grabbed onto the edge, then he got sucked into the
whirlpool, he screamed and screamed like in his dream. Then, he knew no more.
As he spiraled deeper and deeper into the abyss, a pod of dolphins carried him gently to a
concealed magical island where they laid him on a bed of blossoms and feathers.