Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 - 2 | Page 176

“Isn’t there any way to go back?” I asked desperately.
“Well…… there is one way” they said slowly “but it’s so difficult that no one has ever made it back.”
“How?” I asked.
“You have to find the blue flurry again and go through it before the second sunset from when you arrived
here.”
“I have to try,” I said.
“Okay. We’ll help you.”
“We must go to the mountain of truth and find the man of wisdom,” Someone said.
“Yes! He has the map of the flurry, meaning he can track the blue flurry no matter where it goes.”
“We have to hurry!” I exclaimed.
“Very well, we will change course towards the mountain of truth.” The pirates said.
“Ok,” I replied.
I gathered my crew and we went back above deck to await our arrival at the mountain of truth.
After hours of sailing, we finally reached the mountain of truth. We hiked up the rocky path and when we
finally reached the cave of the man of wisdom, the sun had set. We were exhausted.
“Only one can enter,” said one pirate.
“I will go,” I said.
“Very well,” they said. “But be careful.”
I nodded and stepped into the dingy, moist cave.
I walked for about ten minutes and found myself in a circular clearing. There was a glowing orb and an old
man sitting next to it on a cushion.
“Are you the man of wisdom?” I asked tentatively.
“Yes. I have been expecting you,” he says.
“Um…… OK?” I replied unsure of what else to say.
“Tell the pirates that the blue flurry is currently located near the port of old Chinatown.” He says.
“Thank you,” I say gratefully.
“You’re welcome, I wish you luck.”
And with that, he vanished.
I rushed out of the cave.
“He said the blue flurry is located near the port of old Chinatown!” I panted.
“Let’s go!” they said.