Friday, January 9, 2015

Day Seven: Home

Dear journal,
The way back home isn't as tough, although we are itching to get home. We haven't done much for the past few weeks that we have been at sea. The sea has been calm, and every night I have been restless, thinking about Elisabeth. I have been gone for so long, I lost count.
Days go by, and then weeks. All we've seen is blue water, and it is getting old. Rat hunting is getting old, and there aren't anymore rats to hunt. Weevils live in our biscuits, and the food is not the best.
"Land!Land!" yells George and we all drag ourselves over. George has been seeing things for the past few days. But, for some reason, there was a piece of glass floating in the water. Home was soon to be in my future.
We traveled for 2 - 3 hours till we saw home. The decks were empty. All I heard was a lady screaming something, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. Then I saw Elisabeth. I stopped dead in my tracks. Elisabeth was slowly sinking to the ocean floor. The water was turning red, and I didn't know what was happening. I walked across the ship staring at where Elisabeth was. I got to the end of the ship and jumped over the side. People called my name but I ignored them. I swam over to her and held my breathe. I sank down and helped myself by pushing the water up. I grabbed hold of her swimming up with her in my arms. I heard other people jumping in just as I came up. I gasped for air and people helped me and Elisabeth. We climbed up the rope and got onto the ship.
 Faith was cleaning Elisabeth's forehead, where she was wounded. The scrape was still gushing blood, and she was unconscious. Soon, she came back. She stopped looking around as soon as she saw me. We got to the dock, and we got off together. Faith had wrapped her head in a cloth, since we didn't have bandages. We walk home, holding hands and I start to tell her about my journey, and then I reach behind my back, which I had hiding from her the whole time, and and showed her a parrot.

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