Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 - 2 | Page 36

of the boat. The freezing water engulfed me. Panic burst into my mind. there was no way to survive. The
only thing that saved me was the anchor. I used the rope and that tied my hands together hooking it onto
the anchor, and using whatever strength I had left, and hoisted myself up. The rope snapped from the strain.
Taking a flying leap, I grabbed onto the side of the ship, kicking into a porthole, and tumbling into the
bottom most floor of the ship.
This is where I have been living since. Surviving only on the food and water some slaves sneakily
give me at night. Zheng He and his crew are definitely going to regret throwing me overboard once I take
my revenge.