Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 103

was soaked to the bone, ankles deep in water sloshing around. I stared down at Tony, trembling, he pointed
a finger at the Blazer Lazer, I looked over, it was broken with an enormous gash emitting sparks.
Wait.
That was it! Tony you're a genius!
Ripping out the piece of fabric on my sleeve I used it to pick up the Blazer Lazer, with the help of
Zheng He, we tugged Tony to safety below deck. I stood on the ladder below deck and peeked my head
out of the trap door. The pirates were advancing towards us, with Chen Zuyi back in action.
“You can run, but you can’t hide!” Chen Zuyi cracked his knuckles. They were almost all on board the
Treasure Ship. The ship swayed heavily as more pirates piled in.
Ten feet. The rain poured. Five feet. Thunder boomed. Three. Lightning flashed. Two. My heart pounded.
One. That was it!
With all my might, I chucked the Blazer Lazer— still sputtering with electricity, right next to where the
pirates stood. For a split second humour danced in the eyes of the pirates as they contemplated just how
ridiculous and desperate we were to throw out a broken piece of weapon then—
ZZZAAAAAAPPPPPP
(I think the Treasure Ship reeked of burnt pirates for the rest of their seven voyages)
Zheng He and his crew cheered. They were safe.
To thank us, they took care of Tony’s injuries and together we had a nice warm feast made of fresh
Malacca fish.
“Hear hear!” Zheng He raised his goblet and clinked, “Because of these two young heroes, not only did we
survive, the Straits of Malacca shall be free of pirate scum!” The crew roared in approval.
“Now, let us feast!”
Before I had even took a bite, a crew member besides me gagged and his eyes rolled to the back of his
head. He seemed to be choking on something, but what? Tony smacked the crew member’s back and out
of his mouth along with fish carcasses and saliva was our lost Time Machine!
After cleaning it up we let it dry off.
“We can go home now,” Tony whispered.
“I don’t want to,”
“Me neither.”
But soon the Time Machine began to dry and our forms began to fade into ghostly shapes. Zheng He
and his men stood up and saluted. The Time Machine glowed bright and the portal reappeared. We looked
back, saluted and went through the portal.
~Year 2050, Hong Kong, China~
The week after our brilliant adventure, we handed in our reports and were back sitting in our classroom, it
was Chinese History lesson again, except this time I wasn’t asleep. I was sitting up straight with Tony,
enjoying every bit of the lesson, sketched on my textbook, was Shi Jinqing and Cheuk Lam holding their
newborn baby.
“...thanks to Shi Jingqing, a local Chinese who reported the atrocities and the details of Chen Zuyi’s plan of
attack were Zheng He and his men able to defeat the pirates. The Treasure Fleet sailed safe of pirates in all
seven times of their voyages.”
Tony and I shared a look. We knew the story differently.