Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 - 2 | Page 30

All of a sudden, there was a cry of “Pirates!” and all was silent for a moment. Then there was a harsh
cackling and a clunking sound of wood on wood.
“Well, well well!” a deep, evil voice pinned everyone to the spot. “Look at this lads! If my eyes don’t
deceive me, it’s the emperor’s pet, Zheng He!”
“If my eyes don’t deceive me, Then it’s the dirty-cheek rascal Makasarra Al-Abdul!” another voice rang
out, a deep and heroic voice.
“Well, lads, what are you waiting for? Go get…” Makasarra started
“Them!” Zheng He cried.
All I remember next was the sounds of clashing swords and cannonballs waltzing dangerously.
My crazy old father had already drawn out his sword and plunged into a raging battle cry.
I managed to see what was going on. I plunged my sword into the hearts of a quarter of the pirate fleet and I
found some of the sailors thanking me. When I finally got to father, he was prepared for the pirate king to
give his last sword strike when I plunged my dagger into Makasarra’s wretched back at the same moment
father pushed his sword into his heart. The deed was done.
Zheng He’s voice cried, “Please, spirits from heaven, tell us your names!”
“Ling Han-Qun” replied father.
I said with steadiness, “I am a girl!”
Gasps of astonishment rose from the crowd.
“Sir. You and your daughter deserve something you most desire.” Zheng He shakily said. “ what is it you
want?”
“Well that is easy,” Father replied. “We want to go home.”
Forty-three days later
With money from our adventure, we could finally settle down with a happy life. Mother was no longer sick,
and there was a lifelong guarantee from the emperor that we could enjoy undisturbed happiness.