Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 - 2 | Page 107

There were so many islands, and with those huge, pointy rocks around them, it was impossible to find the
lagoon.
When we told Mr Co-Captain our story, he suggested us to get on a cliff and see if we could spot
the lagoon. "What a good idea!" I thought. "That way I can get a bird-eye view of the islands!"
The next morning, we set off again. I hiked up the cliff and squinted at every detail of all the
islands. "There it is!" I shouted to Chan in excitement, pointing to one of the islands. I took out my
compass and saw that the lagoon-island was in the North. We went back to the channel to get a boat. We
started rowing as fast as we could to the lagoon-island. When we reached there, we were exhausted. We
decided to sleep in a hidden cave near the shore. No one would know we were there.
I was the first to wake up. The sky was still dark; it must be very early. I woke up Chan and we
tiptoed around the island. As we reached the enemy’s base, we hid behind the bushes, listening and
watching intently. We heard a very, very welcome noise: snoring. Even the guard at the door of the base
was having a sweet dream. I peeked through the window. To my relief, I saw Zheng He and Ping tied to a
pillar. They noticed me waving at the window. Chan, who was beside me, put a finger to his lips. Zheng
He and Ping nodded. I opened the door and went in as quietly as I could. As quick as lightning, Chan
untied the ropes on their arms and legs.
I led Zheng He and Ping to our cave. We immediately rowed back to the island where our fleet
was waiting. The sailors cheered. They threw their hats in the air and whooped and danced. Zheng He
kept us quiet because the enemy might hear us. We sailed away and the journey continued…