Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 301

A few days became a few months, and they encountered few pirate attacks. They won all of them,
but part of the ship took damage from cannons. They had a mechanic on board, so they fixed the ship with
parts scavenged from the battles. The pirates started to look foreign, meaning they were closer and closer to
other civilizations.
It was late at night and the ship was sailing down the deep vast ocean. Wang sat there with a frown. He
was very tired that day, so he went to rest. Just as he fell asleep, he heard a loud crash coming from the deck.
He woke up and rushed to the deck. He was shocked to see tentacles dangling from the above.
Wang rushed up to the fence and saw a huge octopus, or a Kraken, because of its mind blowing size. He
rushed back down to the cabin and woke everybody up to face this huge beast. The crew fired everything at
it, but it wasn’t much use. They ran out of cannonballs, and all they had were arrows. The kraken started
picking off crews one by one. Wang remembered chatting with Han one day, and he said that the most
sensitive part of an animal is the eye. He didn’t have much time to tell the crew, so he closed his eyes and
prayed for the perfect shot. He opened his eyes and fired at it. The Kraken made a weird sound and sank
down into the ocean, never to be seen again.
A few weeks passed, and they started running out of food. Just as Zheng He wanted to give up all hope,
they found land. There were natives there and they provided food source to the crew. The natives gave a
map of the island to the crew and they set sail back to China.
Wang got off the ship with Han. He walked the path he had known for so long with his friend. At last, the
road led to a branch and he parted with Han. He went back to the cottage alone. It was still there. The
voyage made him rich, but he preferred a simple life.
At last, he was home, sweet home.