What good is a blog if I can’t publish my own children’s work? My twelve-year-old daughter recently received an honorable mention for this short work,”My Captain,” in The Hershey Story History Contest for Young Writers.
Next week, a short award-winning piece by her older brother.
Boom!
I struggled to keep my balance. Captain would kill me if I dropped this bag.
Boom!
This was worse than the thunder.
Boom!
I scrambled up the steps.
“Where’s the powder monkey?” Master Gunner called.
I raced to the gunners, handing them the fine powder.
This is the most thrilling job I’ve ever had. The only drawback is that I’m on one of the most wanted vessels in Spain.
Boom!
I tripped on the steps. Getting up, I grabbed another bag of gunpowder.
“Boy! Hurry up!” Master Gunner called, yet again.
I repeated the same motions over and over. To the orlop, down the steps, grab the powder, up the steps, deliver, repeat. If I weren’t in the middle of a heated battle, I’d drop dead of boredom. This wasn’t the first time I’d done this though. Many a time I had delivered the powder over and over again. So many times I wondered if we were breaking the law. All this raiding would pay off eventually and probably be quite profitable. If it didn’t, I’d rip my hair out. After all, I’d have to show Mama something. She thinks I work for a whaler.
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