Early yesterday morning I woke up hearing people laughing with excitement as they walked past my house, on their way to the harbour. I knew where they were going to. My mum made me some toast and I got dressed to go down to the Tall Ships Festival at Falmouth. It was exciting to see the ships come in and lots of crowds trying to watch, with their families. The beautiful colours of the fireworks were stunning, everyone was cheering the tall ships on. It was brilliant! There was really good music which was amazing to listen to. Our village was beautiful with the vibrant colours and the lights. I’m one lucky person to live in this lovely town with these festivals going on. There were eye catching stalls and handsome pasties to buy. The tall ships looked very colourful when they came into our harbour. Mum and I had a lovely day watching the tall ships come in making our village proud.
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‘Tall Ships’ by Emily, Age 10 Years
Tall Ships
One cold, windy night in Falmouth Harbour, in a small abandoned boat there was a lonely girl called Cleo. She had never seen a celebration before. Suddenly, Cleo heard a bang. She hopped up in joy, she knew that this was her chance to actually find a family. She was so happy.
The first family she went to was a young family but they took no notice of the small girl. The next place she went to was a lady on a pasty stall but she said for her to go away you can’t eat my pasty.
The poor girl could not find anybody but then she saw a boy fall in the water. She wanted to help so she jumped in too, but suddenly a tall ship appeared …It was a fisherman. He saw the girl and said you’re coming home with me. Cleo recognised the man but suddenly…
A lady came out of the crowd who Cleo recognised. The lady said “CLEO?” Cleo cried “Mum, Dad!”
Yesterday the astonishing tall ships came in because it was the Tall Ships Festival. They were in Falmouth Harbour which was full of all kinds of people crowding around to see the boats come in.
Some had sails of bright vibrant colours. One ship had all the different flags of countries. Most ships had the flag of Great Britain on their boat. Everyone seemed happy and joyful there.
There were stunning, eye catching fireworks going off in the sky. The fireworks were loud but beautiful; they came in all shapes and sizes.
Everyone went home happy from the amazing day at the Tall Ships Festival.
Dear Diary,
My home town, Falmouth, was running out of food, so me and my six best friends, have set off, on a tall ship, to another part of England, to get some more food.
I woke up in my cabin, at about 5:35am; I was very excited because we were heading back to Falmouth. My cabin was dark red, just like the colour of a fox’s fur, it had bright blue pillows on the floor for me to sleep on. I lay down on the pillows squeezing my head in between them. Then, I started to read my book…
As the beautiful birds swooped past the window, singing their little bird songs, Ely (one of my best friends) cried “LAND AHOY!!” I was very excited, I was jumping with joy! We all ran over to either side of the boat and could see all the different, vibrant lights around the harbour. The bright fireworks reflecting off the boat’s sails were magnificent. Everyone was cheering and yelling “They’re back, they’re back!” As we strode through the water, I could see my brother rushing through the crowds. He had his three pennies in one hand with two big Cornish pasties in the other. He gave one to me as he started to rip out a big juicy bit of meat. We both chewed on the scrumptious delight and watched the rest of the firework display.
Tall ships are gliding over the choppy waves
All ships are brightly coloured and smothered in flags
Lots of people are shouting and cheering
Lots of birds fly in circles above the commotion below
Skies flash with fireworks
Houses lie empty while everyone celebrates
In the sea the seaweed floats, bobbing in time with the waves
People stand on the masts waving and cheering
Some people are swimming in the sea despite the cold.
Looking out of my window, as I cuddle Bow,
Her fur soft and silky, her purr deep and low.
A rainbow of colours, jumping in the sky,
Red, blue and yellow: it makes me want to cry.
Whizz! Pop! Bang!
The choir of fireworks sing.
Twirl! Whizzle! Crackle!
The church bells ring.
The day the tall ships came,
I knew the ships’ names,
The white sails,
The milk pails,
The black shadow,
The blue hoe,
The coronation,
And finally: the salvation.
Its white sails flailing,
The wind wailing,
The waves crashing,
It sounds like a whip lashing.
My hopes are up,
My face erupts,
My salvation is near,
Falmouth is here.
We’d just left the mouth of the Thames and that’s when I saw the big, black, stormy clouds coming towards. I tried to turn back but it was too late, me and my dog Bilbo were swept away by a huge greeny-blue wave. We were tossed and turned from side to side the water beginning to pour in. All of a sudden a huge flash of lightning covered the sky and then the thunder rumbling like a hungry person’s stomach. Before I knew it I was swimming in the icy cold water of the sea, Bilbo paddled to me howling and shivering. Our little boat, The Mary Lee, named after my mother, who died in a storm, had been over turned by the strong current of the sea. The sky was getting darker and darker, the rain began to tip down in buckets. I managed to catch hold of a piece of driftwood from our boat, then in the distance, I caught sight of a ship, but this wasn’t any old ship this was one of the tall ships. Its masts so tall and the flags flapping wildly in the wild wind. I shouted ‘HELP! HELP!’ Fortunately one person aboard the ship heard us and as the ships drew nearer a piece of rope was thrown out and Bilbo and I were pulled in. Once aboard we were wrapped in warm towels and I was given a nice hot chocolate to drink. One girl aboard called Matilda came over to us, sat down and said, ‘you were lucky we saw you, in this storm you would have drowned to death’. She patted Bilbo and took us down into a tiny little room with a single bed and a basket, a little port hole let a bit of light through. After a few minutes Bilbo and I were fast asleep.
Hours later I woke to the sun beaming through my window and Bilbo yapping in my face. I then realised we had stopped. I had no idea where we were. All of a sudden Matilda came storming in, ‘its time to get up now breakfast is ready up on deck,’ she said with such a calm voice. We were then left. In silence. The only sound was of the sea gently lapping against the tall ships side. I quickly got up and dressed. I opened the door to the glorious smell of freshly baked croissants. I ran up the stairs to the deck with Bilbo at my heels. I then sat down and started gobbling away at my absolutely delicious breakfast. This is the best breakfast I’ve had in ages, I thought to myself. As I sat there seagulls soared over my head calling to each other, the salty sea lapped against the boat and the waves rolled onto the beach nearby. The smell of seaweed wafted past my nose. Everywhere you looked bunting was hanging from every house, every shop and every boat. Red, blue, green, purple, orange and pink. I then suddenly had the awful thought, Dad is going to be so, so worried about me and Bilbo.
After breakfast we hopped off the boat and went for a look around the town. When we walked into the bakery to buy some bread we asked the person at the till where we were, they replied ‘welcome to Falmouth.’ I then thought, I could text dad and tell him where we were, but then I remembered I’d lost my phone at sea when we were tossed by the waves. Instead, I asked the person at the till if I could borrow their phone, they said yes, so I called dad. As soon as he heard my voice I could hear he was so, so pleased to know that I was safe. I told him about how we were rescued by the tall ships and what a lovely breakfast we had. He then asked me when we’ll be back, I said around some time at 6 o’ clock this evening. He was even more pleased then. After that phone call I went and had a look around some of the other shops and bought a postcard with a painting on it called ‘Tall ships’, I then looked at the artist and saw it was by John Dyer, and then I remembered he had come to my school one day to talk about this painting.
It was about 4 o’clock in the afternoon when Bilbo and I boarded the Tall ships once again. I had enjoyed my adventure, but was looking forward to going home now and being tucked up in my own nice, warm, cosy bed. I think Bilbo was too. I stood on the deck leaning against the edge of the boat, listening and watching the seagulls calling and soaring around in the sky. I watched as some dolphins leaped out the water spraying my face. As the air began to get cooler I went down to our little cabin and lay down for a bit but before I knew it I was fast asleep. I was woken to the voice of my dad and a big, warm hug, I was so glad to be home again. Before I left I said my goodbyes and thank yous’ to everyone on board and then I went and sat on a wall with Bilbo, and watched as the Tall ships left the harbour, and now every night I watch the boats from that wall and will forever more.
White topped waves
Like galloping horses
Leading the ships away
As they fade into the distance
The wind resists
But I just wave
Goodbye
Have you ever met a pirate? Do you want to? Well I know two, not including their daughter Diana Rose Smith, who live in Cornwall. They have a house on land that is a boat and one in the water that is a boat house. Their boat was the biggest boat in the bay, it had a huge black base with a ten centimeters of gold lined around the edge. Her sails were blue and she had a flag with a grey cloud and two lightning bolts crossing over each other. It now looks ragged and covered in bird poo though.
Diana had a friend Mohham and his father was called Mark. He lived on a boat house called, ‘My Wife Sophie’ because that had been his wife and he had made it for her before she died during childbirth. Mohham never saw his mother.
One day Mohham and his father were sailing away from the island to buy some food. The boat floated away into the sun getting smaller and smaller and smaller. It ended up just being a pin prick in the distance.
“Aww I wish you’d let me go out on my own, and follow alongside that boat.” Complained Diana “You never let me out alone.”
“We’re just paranoid!” Jess (Her mum) replied. “Anyway its already 9 ‘o’clock, go to bed.”
“Fine, night mum, night dad.” Diana said grumpily as she sulked upstairs and into bed.
Fifteen minutes later she was still awake staring at the tall ships as they stood still mirroring into the water that they floated on. Then ‘BRRRR! BRRRRRRR!’. Her phone started to ring. She looked at the screen and it said ‘Mohham Calling.’
“Hey hey hey, enjoying your trip?” She sat up.
“No, no the boats sinking quickly, get out here and help!”
“Oh my God! Yes I’m getting up. Where are you?” She asked, panicking.
“Oh about c27, c28 maybe. Hurry we haven’t got much time!” Diana ended the call and hurried out of the room down the stairs and out of the house. When she was out the cold winds blew against her face like it was hurrying her on. Diana climbed into their little boat and rowed.
Row, row, row, row. Her arms ached and her hands were numb but she carried on. When her satnav said that it was about c26 she slowed down so that she did not run into either of them. It seemed that there was nothing out there until,
“HELP, HELP!” she heard a cry, It sounded like the voice was hoarse like it had been shouting for too long.
“I’m here don’t worry. Just climb in.” she replied trying to sound calm.She rode a little closer and she felt a hand come and pull up its body. It was like a zombie trying to get over but it wasn’t it was Mohham. He was shivering and so Diana gave him an emergency blanket. She saw another hand and pulled up Mike giving him the same treatment.
The group finally heard the sound of water lapping against the shore. It was like a dog that has seen a bone, and looking at its owner pleadingly licking its lips frantically. When they had got to Diana’s house they sat on the floor beside the heaters.
“W..w..w..ere a..r..re you..re par..ren..s?” asked Mohham.
“Upstairs in bed,” whispered Diana “don’t wake them though, I didn’t tell them that I was coming.They don’t know and probably wouldn’t let me.”
“Oh I understand” Mark whispered back.
When they had all warmed up Diana asked
“So, what happened?”
“Well,” started Mark, “we were sailing along, and I heard something splashing in the water so I looked over the edge of our boat thinking that I would see a dolphin or something. I didn’t though I saw a face. Sophie’s face. I reached out to touch it, having not seen my wife in such a long time, and the boat jerked like something was hitting it from beneath. This creature, or whatever it was, kept hitting the boat. Constantly until we saw water coming into the boat from a hole that this thing had made. Bits of our boat fell off everywhere, and Mohham called you leading us here.” At the end Mike seemed exhausted so Diana brought them some of her fathers clothes, a couple of extra blankets and they slept on the sofa.
In the morning Diana went downstairs to check on them, but when she got to the sofa she noticed that they weren’t there. She called and called but no-one replied. Eventually Jill came down and asked what on earth she was on about, so Diana told her the whole story, Including every last detail.
“What are you on about? When was this then?” Jill asked
“Well,” Diana tried to remember when the call was, “About 9:15 I suppose” she answered.
“It can’t have been, I checked on you then, you were fast asleep. My phone even went off and you didn’t stir. Oh no silly, it must have been a dream.”
But was it?