Across the Atlantic - Creative Writing

Across the Atlantic - Creative Writing
We walked down into the bustling docks, stinking of long dead fish andseaweed. We walked past the decreped old fishing boats and theirowners, all with rotting wooden lobster pots and old rope nets. Thehuge ship was moared in the harbour, its ancient gangplank restedlightly on the hole filled pier. Mr Cheese, our navigator, stood atthe top polishing his peg leg, while Meet-Hook stood behind working onyet another wax painting. Otis and Carla ran up the gangplank andbegan to load the crates of sugar and cotten from the plantations intothe hold. While I, our captain, Guybrush Threepwood, mighty pirate andfearless leader walked upto the bridge and serveyed the sea around.
The Caribbean sea shone crystal clear in the bright rays of the Sun. I could see the glorious coral and all it?s colourful inhabitants the turtles, the fish and the sharks allswimming around gracefully going about their buisness. Fish eating coral, bigger fish eating smaller fish and sharks genrally eating everything and everyone that got in their way. I could see and smell the reeking slave ship coming slowly over the horizon from the continent of Africa illegally smuggling more slaves for the greedy plantation ownwers. We lukily were only employed to carry cargo, no people. We were taking the sugar and cotton to the English port town of Liverpool, where it would be sold and taken across the country. ?Time to sale Mr Cheese,? I called from the bridge. ?Aye, aye Sir,? replied Mr Cheese. He walked over, his footsteps really were very comical, I could hear Otis and Carla sniggering from the hold, Thud, Clunk, Thud Clunk went his feet. He took hold of the weel and Meet-Hook raised the sails with his great strength. Mr Cheese slowly turned the weel and steered the ship out of port. "We?ll have to pay for that when we get back!" yelled Otis as Mr Cheese crashed the boat through pier behind us. ?Oops!? he yelled. We eventually got out of the port after much crashing and bashing into other ships and the pier itself. We got going steadily and soon left the stinking docks and it?s old fishermen and the coral reefs colourful inhabitants well behind. The sea was carm as we sailed towards Boston in the north of America but a Tropical storm was soon upon us. The sea around became rough and the sky above became black and slowly the storm got worse. First the rain started, quickly becomeing harder and harder. Then the wind came blowing the boat backwards and forwards tossing the sea around us up and onto the deck. Then came the thunder and lightning raging a battle in the air above us and striking hard at the sea below. As we went further north the storm became steadily calmer and the sea became quiet again. As we came close to Boston we began to turn east in the general direction of Bordeaux on the west coast of France. About half way into the voyage we saw a rare sight. A Blue Whale and it?s calf coming up to the surface and splurting water high into the air from their blowholes. Later on that day we saw more sea mammals, inquisitive little Bottlenose Dolphins came and swam and dived around the ships hull. Later on that week we saw sea birds flying above us suggesting we were getting close to land. Later that day we could see the western coast of France. Mr Cheese steered us northwards once again towards Penzance in the county of Cornwall. Later that day we saw for the first time in months the country we call home. By the next day we had passed Penzance and Newquay and had left the county of Cornwall behind us and were halfway up the coast of Wales and near to the port of Aberystwyth before nightfall. We set off again the next morning and were quickly off on a northerly wind past Conwy by the end of the day we arrived in the port of Liverpool and were soon unloading the cargo onto the docks.

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