A boat journey story for class ?
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The Boat Journey
Sophie Hogg, Grade 7, The International Grammar School Short Story 2012
I stood beside my friends, Lizzie and Jade, in the swaying boat. A man in black robes paddled us towards the sun. I looked out across the filthy, churning water, and I spotted land in the distance, a hazy line that seemed so far away. Another lurch, and the boat crashed sideways, sending me and my friends toppling over. I retched, and my friends gasped.
‘Ellen, are you alright?’ Lizzie asked, helping me to my feet again. I sat on the dirty bench that looked as if a million animals had dropped mud on it. I groaned, and looked upwards. The vile trip hadn’t been any better than I thought it would be. A wave rolled under the little rowboat. Lizzie and Jade sat down on either side of me, looking sort of green in the face. The man in the robes chuckled to himself, and he started pushing us forwards faster. Spray from the powering boat splashed into our faces, and soon we were soaked through. We watched the sun slowly sink lower in the sky. Soon, the burning base touched the horizon, and it seemed to vanish quickly. Streaks of red and pink coloured the sky, and the moon rose behind them. I found my bag and clicked on the torch, only to discover the battery was cheap, and it struggled to light more than a few centimetres in front of me.
‘Oh.’ Jade grumbled. ‘Now it’s a few hours until we land on the shore, and we can’t see a thing. For all we know, the sharks beneath us are just waiting until we fall asleep and then they’ll eat the whole boat.’ I sighed. Jade was always the drama queen. The man now brought the boat to a halt.
‘I don’t think so, youngling. Sharks find this water too repulsive.’ His voice was cold and his eyebrows above his icy grey eyes were creased in a frown. I sighed. He turned again, and resumed with using almost all of his strength to send the boat rushing forwards with the speed of a motored boat. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but every time I even got close, a wave would send the little wooden boat skidding sideways. But eventually, Lizzie and Jade began to snore, so I tried harder than ever. The last thing I remember was the man singing softly to himself.
When I eventually woke again, it was calm. The sun was high in the sky, and Jade and Lizzie stood over me. I sat up.
‘Welcome home, Ellen.’ Jade said. I nodded, and I clambered out of the boat docked to the jetty, and I smiled. I knew I would never leave here, not by any boat, plane or anything else. I was home, as I knew when I saw the little cottage by the bay which was ours. And together, we ran towards it, abandoning the boat. And the man smiled, the way he hadn’t done so for many years
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