Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 140

I cheered immensely as I was so relieved. When I walked back through the cabin hatch, I breathed fresh air
and finally saw that Zheng, the captain, was alive and well. When we all got settled, it really felt like nothing
had happened. I leaned over the railing, relaxed once again. We had just reached Africa, our final
destination, and stopped there to give gifts of treasure to the people that lived there. After a couple of days
in Africa, we sailed back to China with no pirate attacks, as if they were now scared of us.