Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 100

The swaying seas began to make me feel extremely sea-sick and I wanted to stay where I was, but raised
voices close to me made me focus and think that there were better places to be for me.
I cautiously crept out the door and went deeper into the belly of the boat to an area that I doubt many crew
had even been to. Amongst a number of boxes, maps and chests, I buried myself deep and securely in,
hiding from anyone and everything. The boat began to swing and I felt that the chance of getting through
this was slim. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to think of things that made me feel happy but the booms of
thunder and the motion of the boat made that very hard to do. I squeezed my eyes even tighter and hoped
for the best.
I awoke. I listened. The booming had stopped and the motion of the boat was smooth. But there was
something. Something was tap, tap, tapping at my shoulder as I slowly became aware that I was no longer
alone. Unaware of who he was at the time, the ship’s captain towered above me and smirked as he realised I
was not crew, or family, or meant to be here. “Just as I suspected,” he said, calmly and with complete
control. I stood up slowly with my head facing down and wondered what would happen next…