Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 - 2 | Page 152

shaking the ship violently. Fred broke the silence “So what, ship fixers?” We however,
had to keep the promise.
For eight years; we ate raisins for every breakfast, dried meat for lunch and dinner. We
slept in hammocks and fixed the damage as fast as we could. But Dodds never ever helped.
His office was like an extra-big landfill, stinky and untidy. The thing however, that I
feared most was the battles against other pirates. Once, there was a gigantic hole made by
a cannon blast on the deck and it took me and Fred six months to repair it.
On my last battle, I was seriously injured in the leg, so I needed to be sent home with
Fred, who is also seriously injured in the arm. Those ten years were more exciting than I
expected. Now, Fred and I are waiting for our wounds to heal so we may join The
Golden Coin again…