Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 - 2 | Page 126

The kraken was stuffing its beak with all of the gold and silk we had brought to trade with the
Mughal Empire!
Crack! Crack! Crack! All the other ships were effortlessly smashed. Finally, the kraken focused its
huge eye on us. I thought to myself, “This is the end, I could take my chances in the water but I’m vice
admiral!” Before I could make a decision, a huge tentacle silently rose up through the clouds above. Then
like a meteorite, it screamed down crashing directly through the hull. The powerful strike tossed Zhen and
myself in opposite directions. This was the last time I would see the great admiral.
The Emperor slowly stands up from his throne. He walks towards me with a sad look upon his
face, “Argh! This is the most terrifying thing I have ever heard. Vice Admiral Cheuk Lang, forgive me, you
are free to go.”