Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 229

many footsteps outside the room – Executioner’s men. Captain and Executioner were still fighting
aggressively. Footsteps got nearer! I finished reloading my pistol and shot at the reinforcements. Now it was
2 versus 15. I immediately rearmed my pistol again but everything was too late. Executioner held Captain’s
neck and the other men held captain’s arm. Captain shouted choking, “Go! Don’t care about me!” as he
pointed at a broken window behind me. I had only two bullets left. I couldn’t decide what to do now. We
totally lost. Captain’s dream sank deep into the sea, all was lost…
Captain shouted again. Instead of calling me to go, he called me to look at my left using our secret code.
I immediately turned my head. To my surprise, there were barrels on top of barrels of explosives! All it takes
is a spark… or a bullet…
I’m sorry, Captain, but I’m sure you understand.
I dropped my gun and rose my hands in surrender. Executioner laughed, “Huh? Giving up? Kill him.”
Some men rushed towards me. I immediately knelt down and picked up my armed pistol and shot at the
barrels. I jumped out from the window as soon as I shot.
Captain understood.
“Good job, son.”
I saluted at captain as heat wave hit me and catapulted me into the water.
I was near death by the time I ended up at Mozambique. Fortunately, the people there were friendly and
nursed me back to health. I stayed there for a whole year before returning to China. I hope I can reach
South Africa one day by becoming a captain. Captain, I will fulfil your wish for you, no matter what it
takes. I will always remember you.