Post by Hiei Jaganshi on Sept 19, 2006 18:54:25 GMT -5
Yeah, I know my username is Captain Jack Sparrow right now, but I will eventually be Hiei Jaganshi again, so... It still works!
Anyway, I sometimes write out short story-type things, sometimes for school assignments, sometimes just because I'm bored. This first one was for a school assignment.
We were studying the 2005 earthquake in the Indian Ocean, and we had to write a "Travel Log," as if we had taken a trip to one of the locations affected by the tsunami and write about it, describing what happened. What follows is what I came up with.
We were temporarily anchored in the bay of Banda Ache, on the northernmost tip of the island of Sumatra. Gibbs and Cotton were in town, commandeering a few essential supplies. I sat on the steps leading from the poop deck to the quarterdeck, leaning back with my three-cornered hat tipped forward over my eyes. I wasn’t sure exactly where Kathy was, but I suddenly sat up straight as four sharp sets of claws sank into my right leg. I cursed and looked down to see Kathy’s damn cat clinging to my leg, its fur standing on end.
Kathy rushed up and carefully detached the blasted creature as Gibbs and Cotton hurried up, looking uneasy. Cotton’s parrot, perched on his shoulder, had its feathers all fluffed out.
“Captain, Cotton’s parrot’s been actin’ mighty strange. Also, there’s no animals in the streets!” Gibbs told me as Kathy tried to calm her cat down.
Kathy and I looked at each other, our eyes widening, then said, “Tidal wave!”
We leapt into action, Kathy practically throwing her cat into our cabin before joining the sailors who were hard at work casting off as I dashed up the stairs to the ship’s wheel. We weighed anchor in record time, and, with the wind at our back, the Pearl practically flew out of the bay.
Soon after we reached the open ocean, we felt an unusually large swell.
We waited for about two hours, then turned around and returned to Banda Ache, to assess the damage.
When we entered the bay, everyone’s jaws dropped. Where was Banda Ache? It had practically disappeared! Pieces of buildings, trees, cars, and other debris littered what was the harbor, and the very coastline seemed to have changed. We all looked at each other, then practically dissolved in relief. Kathy and I hugged tightly, glad we had paid attention to the animals. Kathy went down to our cabin. When she returned with her cat in her arms, I could have sworn I saw a smug, self-satisfied smirk on the feline’s furry face.
Looking back, I’d have to say it was a very good thing we had the animals to warn us, or else the Black Pearl would be no more.
My teacher's note:Wonderful! Good work, Jessie!
Anyway, I sometimes write out short story-type things, sometimes for school assignments, sometimes just because I'm bored. This first one was for a school assignment.
We were studying the 2005 earthquake in the Indian Ocean, and we had to write a "Travel Log," as if we had taken a trip to one of the locations affected by the tsunami and write about it, describing what happened. What follows is what I came up with.
Captain’s Log
Black Pearl, Banda Ache, Sumatra
Date-December 26, 2004
Black Pearl, Banda Ache, Sumatra
Date-December 26, 2004
We were temporarily anchored in the bay of Banda Ache, on the northernmost tip of the island of Sumatra. Gibbs and Cotton were in town, commandeering a few essential supplies. I sat on the steps leading from the poop deck to the quarterdeck, leaning back with my three-cornered hat tipped forward over my eyes. I wasn’t sure exactly where Kathy was, but I suddenly sat up straight as four sharp sets of claws sank into my right leg. I cursed and looked down to see Kathy’s damn cat clinging to my leg, its fur standing on end.
Kathy rushed up and carefully detached the blasted creature as Gibbs and Cotton hurried up, looking uneasy. Cotton’s parrot, perched on his shoulder, had its feathers all fluffed out.
“Captain, Cotton’s parrot’s been actin’ mighty strange. Also, there’s no animals in the streets!” Gibbs told me as Kathy tried to calm her cat down.
Kathy and I looked at each other, our eyes widening, then said, “Tidal wave!”
We leapt into action, Kathy practically throwing her cat into our cabin before joining the sailors who were hard at work casting off as I dashed up the stairs to the ship’s wheel. We weighed anchor in record time, and, with the wind at our back, the Pearl practically flew out of the bay.
Soon after we reached the open ocean, we felt an unusually large swell.
We waited for about two hours, then turned around and returned to Banda Ache, to assess the damage.
When we entered the bay, everyone’s jaws dropped. Where was Banda Ache? It had practically disappeared! Pieces of buildings, trees, cars, and other debris littered what was the harbor, and the very coastline seemed to have changed. We all looked at each other, then practically dissolved in relief. Kathy and I hugged tightly, glad we had paid attention to the animals. Kathy went down to our cabin. When she returned with her cat in her arms, I could have sworn I saw a smug, self-satisfied smirk on the feline’s furry face.
Looking back, I’d have to say it was a very good thing we had the animals to warn us, or else the Black Pearl would be no more.
My teacher's note:Wonderful! Good work, Jessie!