Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 272

“Press the markings!” Suddenly millions of voices yelled out loud to him. Li Jian was so startled he
stumbled and fell on his backside. The voices seem to be coming from under the markings. Intrigued, he
traced the marking gently with his fingers. A trapdoor snapped open, and dozens of Chinese soldiers
stumbled out, yelling and smiling and singing with joy. For they have been trapped for days without food in
this horrid place, and were hoping for a miracle when Li Jian arrived.
Afterwards Li Jian managed to make a fire and cook some of the precious fish. He has never tasted
something so delicious in his life. Just as he was about to gut other fish, the wooden door swayed open, and
a sleepy looking pirate stumbled in. She had the hair of a rat’s nest. It was Ching Shih.
“Huh? “ She mumbled, but her words were washed away by the fearsome yelling of the Chinese
soldiers. Adrenaline rushed through Li Jian. He grabbed a barrel and chucked it at Ching Shih with a yell.
She dodged, and began running up the stairs to the deck. A full-fledged fight was starting…