Ship’s Log Day 1
All I could hear was the roaring coming from the crowd from the quayside. My family was waving like mad and my wife was crying weakly. I was carrying a heavy box full of tasty food since I was the ship’s cook. As I walked up the ramp I plonked the box down. I was nervous with butterflies in my stomach. The sailors were undoing the thick rope twisting it round the iron pole.
I felt a big jerk. We were off and then I noticed the Mayor of Falmouth but I only saw a glimpse of him because there was so much pushing and shoving. I waved my last wave to my family and disappeared down to the kitchen. “What adventures am I going to have on this trip” I thought.
By Lilly Hird