Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 18

This lead me to where I am now, 17 years later, captain of a ship. It has been 2 years since I got the role of a
captain and my project has been finally launched. My crew and I are now on the way to the Pacific Ocean
along with 2 other ships. Last trip was a disaster. Many people died on the way, the boat sunk taking many
importanting possessions with it. This trip has lost a lot of respect for China from other countries. Even now
people still remember the irresponsibility of the leaders on this trip that have caused all this damage, but all
this is about to change. We are going to find that ship and retrieve all of the remaining objects and some
broken parts of the ship to commemorate this journey and gain back our respect.
Only a few days in the sea and it feels like a year, irritation is building up. I have been yelling at my crew for
a very long time. When you are stuck with many people on a ship there will be a moment when you need
time for yourself, my moment was now. I look straight into the sea. Thinking deeply as the sun blinds.
“Captain!” Of course someone had to ruin my peacefulness.
I move to find my assistant standing where the steering wheel is, Wang Yong was supposed to be moving it
but for some reason my ship has decided not to cooperate. We go up, must have hit a wave, then suddenly
down. We move to the left then instantly right. Just when the ocean has settled down we see in front of us
an enormous ship coming towards us at full speed. “ The steering wheel doesn’t move! What should we do
captain?” yelled Wang Yong. One thing I learned was that captains have to make the most difficult
decisions. I push Wang Yong out of the way and grab the wheel. “Lower the sail!” the white sheet crumples
down. I turn the wheel with full power to the left. Suddenly a big crash is heard. I open my eyes, feels like I
haven’t seen light in years. It took a moment until I was sure that I was not dead and that our ship survived,
well at least most of it. I hear screams from the other side of the ship, I run. Apparently the back of the ship
was damaged. I look to my right and see a big crowd huddled, looking down at the ocean. I walk there,
slowly, not wanting to know what was going on. I gasp, now I understand why the screams. In this deep
ocean, on this bright colourful day were lying still two of my best assistants, dead.
Of course the tragic incident has delayed us but somehow we managed to recover both physically and
mentally. We have finally gotten to our destination. We have lost a lot, but sometimes you need to lose to
reach the final target. I look back, there is a big pile of odd possessions behind me, ready to be brought back.
It took awhile but we got it.
Everyone on the ship is celebrating but me. I know this feeling, it is still too familiar to forget although a lot
of time has past. I look up to the sky and there it was proving my point, a storm is about to come.
Gray clouds, rain dripping all over, glass shatters from the frightening thunder and lightning. Everything was
tearing up, just when everything was peaceful. The only lucky thing was that I knew, I knew not to