Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 - 2 | Page 64

and could not afford to do it again. The whole boat’s safety was in their hands. Half an hour passed and the
boat was out of the storm. From violent and rocky sailing, it became smooth sailing once again. At
midnight, Zheng He spotted a faint glow coming from an island. Could it be Champa? Zheng He thought.
He reached for his binoculars and immediately spotted a port filled with boats of different sizes. They had
made it. Alive.
The boat stopped at the dock and Zheng He lowered the gangway. Zheng He smiled as he stepped
onto the ground. They had made it to Champa. Now all they had to do was sail back to China after trading
with the people.