Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 32

“Let me show you around, Jake!” Captain said. His mother nodded in agreement, he must have
told her about me. Capt’ tugged my hand and within an hour, we were in a market place. It was an
enthralling place to see, clothes of exquisite fashions, cuisines delicately prepared and huddles of people with
different ethnicities. “Welcome to the pirates market! We buy and sell our goods here!”
“I thought pirates were about stealing.”
“Nah, that would just be being a horrible human.”
“Robin Hood wasn’t horrible.”
“Stop making up stuff, we have a business to run.” Captain rushed towards our little assemblage of
pirates while I decided to stroll around and have a better look.
A tiny young boy, the age of about seven, sat in the corner. His clothes were torn and hardly any
flesh was left on his body. Like me.
“Hey, I know you can’t understand me,” I started off, “but I want you to have this,” I fished out
my gold coin. After all, it was just a piece of metal, nothing compared to the value of someone's life. “You
need it more than me.” Carefully placing it in his ever so fragile hands, I carefully stood back up, only to
meet a passionate pat on the back from Captain.
“You will be a great pirate, boy.”