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Age 9 to 12

‘Moonlit Dreams’ by Polly Palmer, Aged 12

The water wanders over my feet as I look out to sea. A wave crashes against the cliff face leaving surf sprayed across my cottage garden on top of the hill. Me and the ocean. The moon gleaming down on us like a spotlight. But I have to leave my friend to climb up the steep and slippery cliff to my millionaire mansion.

“Where on earth have you been?”

“I’m fine Dad. I’ve just been down the beach.”

“I don’t care whether you’re fine or not! Me and your mother are going out tonight. This place better be spotless by the time we get back!”

As the door slams behind me, I look down to the floor. I’ve left a trail of sandy foot prints. A single tear rolls down my face. I wipe it away and run out the door. Down the cliff. Across the wet sand. My little rowing boat rocks in shallow waters. I wade into the waves and roll into my boat. The tears start to flow.

I’ve been rowing for at least half an hour now and my arms are numb and stiff. I feel like I could just lie down and die, give into the world. I look up at the stars. The stars are then covered by waves…

I wake up breathless. Coughing up salt tasting saliva. People come running in and crowded round me.

“Give her some room, give her some room!”

“Where am I?”

“Hello, I’m glad you’re feeling better. I’m Pip. Captain of this ship you’re on.”

“I am on a boat?”

“Yes. Why don’t you start with telling me your name.”

“My name is Clara. How did I get on this ship? The last thing I remember is me and my little boat being swallowed by the waves.”

“Don’t worry. You’ve had a hit to the head. Get some rest and you’ll be fine.”

I jump out of bed and run on to the deck. The sea breeze chills me to the bone. It feels real. The cold air is real. But here…am I real? Looking up, I notice the tall, strong masts with their sails flying high. I wish I had a ship like this. I’m now back in bed. They have left me pencils and paper. As I sit on the bed, I draw…

Finished. Done. Probably the best drawing I’ve ever done. My own little cove with my little rowing boat and my horrible, big mansion. Oh how I would hate to go back there. But in the middle, under the spotlight of the moon, Pip’s grand, spectacular ship. Pip, I wonder where she is?

“Pip? Where are you?” She comes running in.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, I just don’t know where I am. I’m lost.”

“Don’t worry. You can go back home if you want.”

“NO! I’ll never go back there!”

“But if you go home it will be fine.”

“Honest?”

“Honest. Your mum and dad will be very kind and life will be perfect.”

“Then how do I get back?”…

I thrust my drawing into my pocket and head out on to deck with Pip.

“Now, go to the edge. And jump.”

“Jump? No way!”

“Do you want to go home or not?”

I look to the floor and nod my head. I’m scared. Getting up on to the side, I catch Pip’s eye.

“Jump.” She whispers. I smile at her and J
U
M
P

Ahhh. I wake up on the sand, soaked to the bone. That was an incredible dream. But then I feel something in my pocket. I pull it out. It’s the picture I drew…

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Age 9 to 12

‘The May Rose’ by Freddie Lindsey Coombes, Aged 12

‘Are you ready?’

The Captain shouted as he gripped The May Rose’s wheel as it sailed into the harbour.

‘You must be ‘Rhys’’.

It was eleven in the morning on a Sunday in August and I was about to set sail on my first trip aboard a tour ship.The gleaming ship had just arrived in the harbour and was due to depart in about an hour. The reason the May Rose had only just arrived was that there had been a storm and the ship had been stranded in a dock in Ireland.

‘As ready as I will ever be,’

I replied apprehensively. I felt that funny, wobbly feeling in my stomach like the sensation people get after they’ve been sick. I wobbled along the deck towards the Captain, concentrating putting one foot in front of the other.

‘How old are you and where are you from?’

The Captain asked me smiling gracefully.

‘14 ⅓ and from South Africa.’

I answered feeling a knot in my throat. The Captain looked at me lowering his glasses and smiled knowingly. He had a grey beard, a heavy Irish accent and a twinkle in his eye that made me feel welcome.

‘Right.’ said Jack sighing.

‘You do know how to sail?’

He questioned with a concerned look that made me gulp and tightened the knot growing in my throat. I nodded. Then, looking impressed, he said,

‘Welcome Rhys who is the newest and youngest member of the crew. Welcome aboard ‘The May Rose’. You may call me Cap. That’s what everyone else seems to call me!’

Cap said chuckling. The sun was shining and the birds were singing again. I felt the knot in my throat loosen and untie almost instantly as Cap, gave me a second smile. An even more welcoming smile than the first if that were possible!

‘There are 10 other sailors working alongside you and me to get this ship to Greenwich. However they have all been with me since Ireland, I’m positive you’ll fit in fine.’

Cap explained as he took me around on a tour of May Rose.

‘Toilet, dorm, dorm, dorm,’

Cap said tapping doors as we strolled along a corridor.

‘Aha!’

Cap halted by a door.

‘This is where you will sleep and, you will share with Sakie. The second youngest member of crew who is 17 next Saturday.’

After Cap knocked he entered the little room to find ‘Sakie’ at a desk writing.

Sackie was small, thin and from Malaysia however his English was impeccable. As soon as we entered the room Sakie turned around and smiled.

‘Hi you must be Rhys!’

He, like Cap, had a warm, soothing smile. I was shocked. How did he know my name? Had we met before? He recognised the faltering look on my face and laughed.

‘Cap told me I would be sharing this room with a younger ‘Rhys’ and I assumed that was you.’

I sighed, relieved that I shouldn’t remember him from anywhere. After we had talked for a while Cap ‘left us to it’ and announced that we should come up onto deck in 15 minutes.

After Cap left I had time to examine to the room. I found it was small. Only lit by a desk candle and a candle attached to the wall. The ‘dorm’ had a bunk bed. The top bed was loaded with bags so I assumed the bottom was mine and, after leaving my small bundle of possessions by the door I had 10 minutes of daydreaming to do just lying on my bed. When it was time to make our way onto deck Sackie and I clambered up together.

When we appeared on deck. We found the harbour was full of people. All waving flags of different nationalities. I could see Clara, mum and dad in the front of the clan of people waving and cheering. After a while a smile grew on my face. All these people were cheering me and the rest of the crew. Sakie and I decided to join Cap at the front of the boat. We could see everyone more clearly. The crowds covered most of the streets and went back across Falmouth for what seemed like miles but wasn’t really very far.

Suddenly a clock struck midday. Cap announced it was time to go and went to the reel. He gave everyone jobs, Sakie was in charge of hoisting the anchor and my job was assisting him. All the other boats also started to set sail and some blew horns.The Crowd, plus mum, dad and Clara got further and further away until they gradually disappeared into the distance.

After about half an hour Cap gave us a new jobs. I was directing the sales. This was hard work but I felt very important. At about 8:30 pm it was time for half of the sailors to have supper. The others would have supper when we had finished. When I got back onto deck and swapped with Sakie it was almost pitch black except for the lanterns lighting up the edges of the boat. And, at 10:30 it was time for the sailors that had been on duty to go to sleep while more dorms of sailors that had been asleep started their long nights shift.

As soon as I got back to my dorm I lay down on the bed drained of energy and fell asleep before the candles had ran out.

The next morning we were woken by a fog horn. It was about eight thirty and Sakie and I dressed, went to breakfast before emerging on deck to take over shift. Cap, as we then found out, worked different shifts to everyone else. He worked through half of each shift so, this meant he worked from 5:00pm until 00:30am and 5:30am until 10:30am.

Although The May Rose had travelled for almost a day, the ship was still surrounded by the rest of the tour ships, however each about a mile apart were just visible in the distance.

After two days working shifts on The Mary Rose disaster struck. The Chef had managed to give himself, the captain and everyone who had eaten the chicken at dinner last night (7 other people) food poisoning. This meant that there were only four people to do twelve people’s jobs. The sailors along side me working were Sakie, Mitch (who was from Spain, about 26 and didn’t speak much English) and luckily (seeing as Sakie and I were only rookie sailors who had only one day of training before coming aboard,’ The May Rose’) Freddie, who was a fully trained sailor/fisherman from Wales.

Whilst the other sailors all tried to recover in their rooms the four of us allocated jobs for each other depending on our strengths. I was in charge of cooking, (pasta only) steering the ship (on rota with Sakie) and navigating. Mitch was in charge of cleaning as those were the only Spanish words the rest of the group knew, (clean is ‘limpio’). Freddie was the new ‘Cap’, head of the engine and working out things like new shifts. Sakie was in charge of the Sails, look out and (with me) on the steering rota.

The next three days were quite tricky. If someone asked me to describe them I don’t think I could manage it. They went past in a blur that seemed like forever when we were working! I spent six hours sleeping out of each 24 hour period and, as the days progressed, everyone became weaker and weaker. On the second day at lunchtime the ‘emergency pasta’, as Freddie called it, was all eaten and now although we knew we would arrive in Greenwich the following evening.

Luckily, the next morning Cap, the real Cap, and thankfully the cook were feeling better. It was like a giant weight had been lifted from our shoulders because the one thing Freddie wasn’t he told us very good at was getting ships into harbours plus, none of us could cook anything but pasta and we had run out the day before. I was so relieved and tired when we arrived at Greenwich harbour that the first thing I did when I got off the ship was sleep in mum and dad’s car as they drove me home. I had mixed feelings about my experience aboard a tour ship: hard work and satisfaction.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Sunset Ships’ by Archie Waterfield, Aged 11

Soon the ships will be here.
Under the stars they’ll float on by.
Nearly here they’re on the horizon.
Sunset “ahh” the ships are here.
Early this year.
Tall ships this time.
Seven in a group.
Hurray!!! They all cheer.
I watch with glee.
Parrots on all the shoulders of the men.
Sunsets over the boats are leaving, the night is over.

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Age 9 to 12

The best day ever By Lucy age 12

The best day ever
“Hey look a tall ship.”

I rushed out from my little cottage, excitably running towards the docks. The small town of Zedonca was particularly busy this time of year as it was nearly New Year’s Eve. There would be fireworks, bunting and lots of merry people all around singing and laughing. When I got to the dock, massive ships surrounded me, with men all singing weird pirate songs. It was very jolly indeed. A man walked past, pushing me onto the dirty floor. He ran over to a tall and pure white ship. On the ship was a man selling something in red and yellow boxes. I then knew what it was when a man shouted,

“Fireworks for five pounds”.

I rushed over to a small boat, with a man in a green jumper and then I realised it was my dad!!! When I walked over to the small boat it smelled of raw fish. I pulled a face and my dad said,

“Hello Sophia.”

He laughed at the sight of my face.

“That’s your tea tonight.”

My dad must have come home early from his fishing trip. My dad had got me a present. It was a beautiful party hat that I could wear tonight at the big New Year’s Eve party.
When I got home, It was about six. My mum shouted,

“It’s time to party.”

There right in front of me was a massive party. All complete with fireworks, bunting, different foods and plenty more. All I could say was best day ever!!

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Age 9 to 12

‘Sailor’ by Dylan Cole, Age 10 Years

As I stand at the tip of my boat I look out

at the carnival with people laughing

and running around me, I capture this

moment in my mind as this only happens

once for me.

My heart is beating fast, I will land in

the harbour as my boat is very fast.

I am approaching and I’m nearly there

I won’t forget this for however long I live.

I am here and now I will join the carnival.

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Age 9 to 12

Tall Ships 2014, by Sean Raistrick, aged 9

TALL SHIPS 2014
I woke up on the 25th May,
To see the tall ships arriving in the bay,
Lifeboats at the front and divers taking a dip,
But there, at the back, sailed the tall ships.
Some near the front, some near the back,
The scene was colourful, pigeons were the only things black.
There were beautiful fireworks and people dancing’,
There was shaking of hands and people prancing.
People were looking down from the deck,
At the tremendous Falmouth shipwreck.
There was more than one, more than ten,
Even more than one-hundred women and men,
Lining up, at the docks, to see the enormous pigeon flock.
A few hours later, when the party was over, there was no sound, not a rustle of clover.
But all was not silent; there was one thing to be heard,
It sounded like a bird.
Late at night, when everyone was in bed, two seagulls flew overhead.

By Sean Raistrick

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Age 9 to 12

The Story of Falmouth by Evelyn Aged 9

One summers day I was reading my book on the beach, when I fell asleep, the tide was coming in very quickly and soon would be at my feet, then it did it got to my feet, then my knees, then my belly, then my neck and then I slowly lifted off the beach into the water and into the sea and away from home, then I woke up and looked around. I realized that I was in the middle of a storm.

Then I saw an island, it wasn’t very far away from where I was and it looked sunny too, so I swam towards it, it took a long time to get there because the waves were so rough but finally I got there, when I did I noticed that there was a big celebration there and they were getting some fireworks ready and they had lots and lots of things like cakes and chocolate and squash and everything you could think of I wondered where I was so I walked to the entrance of the beach and it said welcome to Falmouth beach.

Then a girl like me came over and said, “Are you lost?” I said,”Yes can you help me?” She said, “No but my parents can.” So I said, “Well where are your parents?” “They’re in America but I am sure my grandparents can help. Come on, follow me.” “So what is your name?” I said. She said, “Laura.” “Hi Laura, my name is Amelia.” We went past the beach up the hill, across the field and up another hill and down the valley and then we got there. It was a long way there but we got there in the end, when we did we rang the doorbell and Laura’s grandmother came to the door and said, “Hello, who are you are you Laura’s friend?” Amelia said,” Well sort of, I kind of just met her.” “Though anyway,” said Laura’s grandmother, “What are you doing here? “I don’t know how to get home” said Amelia. Amelia’s grandmother said, “Hmm, follow me and I will try and find a map.” The house was very old fashioned and dusty to quite messy. It had a cracked window too. She lead us into, well what looked like a library but much smaller. She had a bit of a rummage around and then pulled out a map and said, “You will need money too because you might have to catch a ferry, like the King Harry. Here is some money and my address, you can send the money back once you get home.” So Amelia set off on her long journey, she went down the hill, along the alley ways and down to the beach. There she caught the ferry home, when she did she ran up the beach and rang the doorbell. Her mother came to the door and gave her a big bear hug and the lived happily from then on!

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Age 9 to 12

Molly and the tall ship! Tamzyn Oliver 9

Molly and the Tall ship!

One day a tree called Molly had always wanted to be used for something special because she had always been a tree.

One day Molly the tree was cut down by a man with a chainsaw and then taken to a workshop and was carved into a figurehead and wrapped up in a blanket for a year. Then when she woke up she was on a tall ship.

That very day the tall ship race had begun, and Molly’s ship won but a terrible storm hit crashing her against the rocks. Then, the ship sank to the depths of the sea…

By Tamzyn Oliver

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Age 9 to 12

‘The beautiful, sunny beach’ by Eilwen Deacon, Age 9 Years

The beautiful, sunny beach

The loud, crazy seagulls flew

Over the salty, blue still sea.

Ice cream is like freezing cold ice on a winter’s night.

Fish and chips are like a hot, burning cooker in your mouth.

Ice cream is like freezing, cold ice on a winter’s night.

When the seagulls communicate it’s like they are celebrating in the sky.

Eilwen Deacon

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Age 9 to 12

‘The Sailing Race’ by Charlie Bray Age 9 Years

The sailing race

Salty sea in the air.

The wide boat pushing through the waves like a flying fish.

Fish and chips in the air.

The waves are gripping the boats like a angry fist.

Excited screeches in the air.

By Charlie Bray