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Age 9 to 12

The Moon Child by Mabel Cooper Age 11

Whoosh! Phhvvt! A firework whizzed up in vain hope to fly higher than me. I gazed down from my indigo sky and the dragons opened their starry eyes to shine upon the Earth. I saw it all; the tall ships, the fireworks , the singing, the dancing, everything. And I knew it would continue until the Night Walker glided gracefully back across the sky to his home and the Sun shone down to the little planet. A Catherine Wheel swirled around my toes and I laughed at the wonderful feeling. Somewhere down on Earth, a young girl looked up and said to her mother, “The moon just laughed, Mama, I think a firework tickled his feet.” “Oh darling,” she replied to her child “what a wonderful imagination you have, now let’s go home so that we can dream about it. It’s well past your bedtime.” I decided to watch the Moon Child’s dream.

Drip,drip. Drip, drip. Sitting in a cave . Protected by a silver dragon with starry eyes. A large deep pool. The night sky reflected, trapped inside a seemingly bottomless bulk of water. A small corner of Paradise. “Only four more corners to go, four more corners to find,” she said, almost wistfully, and then lay down to sleep on the coiled tail of the silver dragon and fell asleep.

She would wake up after I had left, as a normal human not as the moon child she really was, and not know anything about the dream that wasn’t a dream. I sighed and sat back to watch the rest of the festival, until the town clock struck five. …to be continued…

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Age 13 to 16

Hidden Ghosts by Sophie Deis Horton

As the night fell bursts of explosive colour erupted into the sky. The elongated shadows of prowling tall ships crept along the ichor, black sea; reached for the dinghies fluttering across the waves and sent splinters of wood into the oblivious crowd. The nights hunt began.

All around her Jasmine’s neighbours sent joyous screams and shouts into the heavy summer air. Enthusiasm reverberated through the crowd as everyone flocked to see the weaving boats.  In their delusional states the hunt was harmless fun. The sweet notes of her accordion shielded Jasmine from the glamour of safety and entertainment; she could see the hidden ghosts. Jasmine saw the rolling, out of control tall ships crushing dinghies below their bows; she heard the cries for help by those plunged into Falmouth’s unforgiving depths. Caressing the ivory notes of her oak red accordion kept Jasmine sane. That didn’t stop everyone questioning her sanity since her parents ‘disappearance’, how could the tall ships do any wrong? But the musicians knew. Anyone who played an instrument blocked the glamour but it made others look down upon them as insane ranting idiots that were trying to spoil their fun. Jasmine had long since given up trying to save people. No one listened.

Sat in her window playing melodic tunes and brushing her curling auburn hair behind her ears, Jasmin did everything she could to procrastinate before going to bed. With sleep came the mental torture of memories- flashes of the petite day boat, handmade bunting swinging from the mast, a curve of deep cobalt against the glistening green sea splintered beneath the ‘Royal Expedition’. Every image coupled with the doomed, despairing screams of a young couple. Jasmin’s parents, her parents who everyone said were just lost at sea like the dozens of others.

Drawing her hand across her eyes Jasmine awoke form her fitful sleep. She never remembered drifting off, she just assumed it was when the nightmares started but that would mean she had been asleep for the past three years. Pulling on her jeans Jasmine trudged down the stairs to make breakfast. Opening the fridge she pulled out a carton of milk with a few dregs left in the bottom and let out an exasperated sigh. She grabbed the keys off the side and slipped on her Converses.

Meandering through the tourist packed streets Jasmine succumbed to the scent of sweet pastries and took a seat on the quay. There used to be buskers and people selling odd trinkets but they were gone now, the strumming of a guitar a distant memory. Or a unique reality. Snapping her head up Jasmine locked eyes with the guitarist. She didn’t recognise him as one of the local ‘madmen’ but his sharp blue eyes held an age far beyond that of his face, an age that Jasmine saw in her own forest green irises every time she looked in the mirror. She reached into her pocket and drew out the last of that week’s wages, a couple of pound coins, and tossed them into his case. Then she rose and was about to leave when he called “You lost someone didn’t you, out at sea I mean” a pained breath escaped before Jasmine replied “I didn’t lose anyone they were murdered.” She turned and was about to stride off when he caught her wrist. “Sorry my mum was killed too, I didn’t mean to stir any memories”

“How did you know that you stirred memories?”

“Your eyes flashed and at the mention of the sea I always remember… everything.”

“Jasmine Struntle, what’s your name?” offered Jasmine, holding out a stiff courteous hand, she wouldn’t apologise properly until she trusted him. “Will Therismith sorry about before.” Will shook her hand and made his way back to his abandoned guitar which was already splattered by the seagulls in the scarce minuets it was unattended. “Do you have anywhere to go?” asked Jasmine the words tumbling out, “I mean us musicians need to stick together.”  She smiled what she hoped appeared friendly but the truth was she had no idea why she had made the offer, did she feel sorry for him? “If you’re sure, I can’t get a job and have no money to leave town so I can’t pay yo-“

“It doesn’t matter my parents left me the house so I don’t pay rent… just don’t make the hot water bill sky rocket.”

Trudging up the stairs, precariously balancing the mountain of bedding and towls she had just haulled out of the airing cuboard, jasmin wondered what she was doing. She had lived alone for three years and enjoyed her own company but she felt a pang of sympathy for Will and they both knew of the torment ocuuring in the harbour. Maybe he could help her carry out her plan to save Falmouth. She swept that thought away abruptly, better to set the trust in stone before she avalanched into her master plan. After knocking on the spare room door Will answered andhelp to make thebed. “I’m going to pick up some fish and chips what do you want?” inquired Jasmine, it was half six and cooking was a very unappealing task. Besides after going to the same place down the road at least once a week made it feel like a tradition she couldn’t shake. “Just a normal cod and chips please, do you want me to come with you?”

“okay, come on my stomache is going to eat itself and the rest of my insides if I don’t eat soon!”

After unwrapping the greasy paper andfinding two clean, usable forks they ate on the windowsill where Jasmine often played. “You get a good veiw of all the celebrations here.”

Jasmine managed a reserved agreement around a mouthful of chips, then added “But after four years fireworks loose their vibrant appeal.”

“Guess so… do you think there is a way to stop them, the tall ships, make everything normal again?”

“Yes.” Jasmines short reply made Will turn to look at her with an expression that said “go on explain.” Jasmine hesitated but thought he lost family just like me and I need the help. Before the mental batttle concluded she poured out the plan that her father died trying to enact. “There is a melody that confuses the ships and causes them to crash, when they have been sunk they rise again without their independent minds and actions. They become old lumps of wood again.”

“Are you sure it works?” asked Will a sceptive look contorting his face. Another succinct yes from Jasmine followed.” Will you teach me the melody so we can stop them?”

“Its not that simple you have to board the most powerful ship ‘Royal Expedition’ the others will crash first as they have the least power but when the mother ship sinks its likely anyone aboard will die.”

“I don’t mind, I would rather take the chance, I just want this to end.” Jasmine found herself unexpectedly shocked by Wills courage and for the rest of the night they played the saving tune, rehearing every note until their fingers flexed to the correct note until they had to engage their brains. This time tomorrow they would be dead or free.

The smell of pancakes and oranges woke Jasmine the next morning. She was surprised she didn’t remember the nightmares that must have taunted her last night; she must have been too tired or focused on today. After a brief shower jasmine entered the kitchen to find a mountain of pancakes stacked on a plate in the centre of the table. Halves of oranges were waiting near a bag of sugar and suddenly desire to devour the lot filled Jasmine. “You made breakfast!” asked jasmine “It looks great, thanks.”

“I wasn’t going o save te world on an empty stomache” stated Will a greedy smile stretching his face.

“Falmouth.”

“Huh?” asked Will his cheeks already stuffed with pancake.

“You won’t save the world, just falmouth”

For the first time that day Jasmine felt nervous, her stomache flipped and spun; she could have sworn she was bright green. Will returned with the keys to a hired motorboat and they paced the quay looking for their appointed transport. It was a small white motorboat with a stripe of green and several fenders adorning each side, it was tourist proof. They had planned to board the ship whilst it slept during the day and wait untill it stirred.

They were both silent as they approached the ‘Royal Expidition’  and the ship didn’t react as they clambered the slick rope ladder hung off the side that looked as if it were merely a knot of seaweed.Jasmine took the lead sat in the centre of the deck, took out her accordian and waited.

Hours passed until finally at sunse they boat groaned into life and set sail. The stars weaved around the top of the mast and together Jasmine and Will counted into their melody over the thunderous claps and screeches of fireworks.

Minuets after playing the high repetative tune several ships had succmed to the depths and were placidly lined once more against the harbour wall. Soon their fingers ached from the tunes intense technical demands and they were aboard the last rogue tall ship. ‘Royal Expidition’ swerved and ducked churning over and through waves spray dampened the guitar and accordian making them tricky to play finally the boat snagged into the rocks and began to go down. But it didn’t want to die. Caught like a rabbit in a snare the boat rocked and squirmed in an attempt to free itself.  Jasmine and Will clung to the deck in a desperate attemtp to escaape the churning reef. Then the boat began to fade. It was dying. Jasmine screamed, what about them? Would they die? Suddenly it disappeared and they fell into the jagged rocks piercing the air.

Water blurred Jasmines vision and she panicked disorientated but in need of air. She looked for light and kicked. Oxygen filled her lungs like a rush of pricless gold. But where was Will? With all her strength she swam for the shore and walked up the white shingle beach.A body lay face down, waves washing over its legs and a steady stream of red tainted the surrounding water. Jasmine sprinted kicking up stone as she raced to cover the distance between them. Then her heart stopped. The world froze, why, how, what? Questions swamped her mind but every thought was muddied. It was Will. She reac for his wrist. Thwere was no pulse. She was free but he was dead. Her only friend. Jasmine was more alone than ever. What would she gain from the victory?

-Ten years later-

Jasmine cast a reef into the rolling surf and played the melody that had saved her town. Then she bought a danish pastry and sat on the bench ,where she had first met Will. The fireworks pinwheeled across the sky and the crew artfully manned the tall ships in a harbour parade. Looking back she realised it had been worth it, everyone was happy and safe. But she would never forget Will.

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Age 13 to 16

‘From Finner’ by Cora Cooper Age 13

I laugh, revelling in the warmth of the sky; the celebrations; the colours. Nights like this always bring us together — scavengers, winged and pawed alike. Indigos merge seamlessly into violets, turquoises, creams, ambers, apricots, cherries. The flames of lanterns dance with each other; unknown, joyful spirits that only show themselves at celebrations.

The music swoops into the sky, streamers of colours in disguise, ballet ribbons.

I glide on my strong, slate wings, wheeling over the festives, turning an inquisitive eye here, a curious head there. A cheer erupts: A regal mast coming into sight. Some gulls take the opportunity to dive-bomb distracted food holders, I just laugh at their typical antics, winging my way out to the tall ships.

Over the cobalt water I fly, the blue rushing away beneath my streamlined body. I meet with the first majestic beast, landing on its deck. The only other creature here is a boy, writing a letter by the looks of it. Curious, I hop closer. Why is he not joining the crews warm laughter?

He folds the paper, letting the wind it carry within a herring’s breath of the edge, before catching it, silver, celtic-knot like torc catching the moon as he does so.

I did warn him, but, frankly, he wasn’t listening: If you tease the wind, it’ll tease you back. The breeze whirled the letter out of reach before abruptly blowing it back at him, framing it with cheerful, glowing torches and magenta laughter from the steadily approaching shoreline. He reaches for it and the dizzy breeze lets his fingers brush it lightly, before dropping it, moving on for different entertainment.

I take off, lazily landing on the swell, and intercept its decent. The boy stares in bemusement and surprise as I lift it up into the cerulean twilight.

Shapes and colours of laughter, dancing, celebration cascade round me, luring me towards the excited town. More cheers, more masts appearing and still,  the atmosphere of excitement manages to spurt more colours. Electric blues and salsa reds flash as the dancing continues.

Home baked pasties in hand, exuberant children point, joining the cheering as the sea giants roll closer across the playful swell. I’m tempted to abandon my mission but, for some reason, I feel the urge to drop the letter to its destination. But where is its destination? Well, as the boy was so rude as to neglect to tell me I will drop it where I deem fit.

Giddy with the evening’s joy I let my wings paint lines across the sky that is thick with goopy joy and the carefree dancing. The shouts call me back and I circle lower over the quay that’s crammed with whooping figures. Music proclaims its shapes, colours, texture to me, to the crowd, to the proud Tall Ships that are entering the harbour. Lower I swoop, receiving catcalls:

“Who’s the letter for, Gully?”

Now’s the time then. Picking my spot at random I prepare drop the folded paper,  but stop short, flapping crazily to rise up again. A teen reaches up to grab my letter, laughing at my furious close-beak caw. I scan the crowd in search of the man I saw. Or rather, his torc; exactly like the boy’s. So my delivery will be successful!

Towards him I glide and drop it at the perfect time, crowing my triumphant delivery to all who care to listen. Perhaps I’ll be remembered as the Seagull with the post… or maybe just the Gull who got tipsy. Amused, I perch on a gutter, watching the man who caught my delivery. The crowd around him have resumed their whooping, clapping, stamping; only pausing occasionally to peer over his shoulder or give the Letter Man a quizzical look. He finishes reading and I watch a smile take root on his face, he grabs someone’s hand, dragging them into a whirling dance, and soon, the entire crowd is revolving in wide circles. Crazy grins, joyful colours, swaying lanterns, excited music: The Letter Man outshines them all.

The noble ships come in and the dance breaks up, making space for more clapping, more stamping. As they dock fireworks leap, telling their colours and sounds. Crackles, drumbeats. Wolf-whistles, violin melody. A sky of deep phthalo blue. Colours and lights, music and cheers – they join together, weaving a rug of giddy, carefree celebration, a chance to dance and sing and laugh with friends and strangers alike.

I catch sight of the still smiling Letter Man, then take off after him as he pushes his way good-naturedly through the crowd. He arrives at the dock as the first ship’s gang plank hits the harbour wall. The Wind Teaser darts from a hiding place, skidding down the walkway towards the freely cheering crowd. The stamp and clap for him as he takes a comical bow before skipping behind a barrel. The rest of the crew parade down, unaware of the off-script Wind Teaser. More stamping, more clapping, cheering, more fire works. I turn back to where the Letter Man was and see not one, but two people, hugging tightly: wide smiles on their faces. I swoop past, circling above them just long enough to catch a snatch of their conversation.

“I don’t know how that Seagull knew…”

“Lifted the letter right out of the sea, must’ve been unreadable!”

“It was, I could just make out ‘Tall Ships’. Oh, and ‘From Finner’.”

Well, it seems my service was useful after all. Now, how ’bout a pasty?

 

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Age 9 to 12

‘Sleeping like a ship’ by Erin Lyall, Age 12 Years

I can see people waving flags in my face as I walk through the colorful crowd: red ones, green ones, blue ones – as far as I can see. And I can hear yells of joy and happiness. And then I see the tall ships gliding through the emerald sea. Beautiful. Elegant.

BANG, POP, WHIZZ. There goes another firework dancing in the dark blue sky, fizzing and swirling – up up they go into the cloudy night they fly. The streets are lit up with lights all shades of colours as people walk through. The tall ships are swaying as they show off there amazing colors to the people on the bay. ‘Woof woof,’ ‘Meow meow,’ the cats and dogs are singing as well, and the streets are bursting with sound. I go to sleep this night thinking of the wonderful tall ships that I have seen and I drift to sleep like one.

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Age 9 to 12

‘The Black Diamond,The Ghost Ship’ by Kieran Pennock, Age 9 Years

The Black Diamond
The Ghost ship
by Kieran Pennock

The two archaeologists slashed through the thick vines of the secret Temple in the jungle. They raised their swords as they approached the final corner that they needed to turn in the Temple. Then they would finally be there! At the end of their quest! They approached cautiously. Surely there would be a trap? But no, there were no traps. They edged round the corner. The room around the turn was brighter than the mossy stone corridor they had just walked down. In the exact centre of the room was a dark marble pedestal. On top of it… The two men gasped. The Black Diamond!!! A dark aura surrounded the shining crystal. The two men crept towards the jewel. One of them picked it up. It was impossible to see through the black stone because it was such a dark colour. The gem glinted in the light.
The archaeologists sprinted out of the entrance of the ancient Temple. Their acquaintances, who had been waiting outside screamed in horror! One of them grabbed The Black Diamond and ran off into the humid jungle. The archaeologist who had been holding the stone heard a thud just behind him. He quickly spun round. The other archaeologist lay on the damp grass, dead! The man looked up. He just had time to see a savage looking man jumping towards him! The killer plunged a glinting sword at the unfortunate man. Then everything went black…
Kieran and Connor walked through the streets of Falmouth. It was the day of the Tall ships Regatta and the awe-inspiring tall ships were moored out in the deep blue water. Connor and Kieran walked onto a quay made of stone bricks, which pointed out into the sea at another grassy headland. At the end of the quay, a huge tall ship with a lot of wooden crates on it was moored. People were staggering off the tall ship carefully trying to hold onto the small crates they were carrying. Police surrounded the area and there were monitors everywhere. Why did this quay need so much security? Nearby some crates had already been taken off the tall ship, their was something that looked like a suitcase. Kieran and Connor ran over to it. The case was black with two silver buckles. It didn’t seem to belong to anyone so, curiously, Kieran opened it. Inside was a small box, some clothes, a pistol and a sword that had red stains all over it. Kieran opened the box. Inside the suspicious box was a sparkling black jewel wrapped in bubble-wrap. A dark aura surrounded it. The two boys looked at it in awe. Kieran picked it up. At that exact moment, a blaring alarm went off, the monitors zoomed in on them and the police spun round and saw them. “Sorry!” panicked Connor. “We didn’t know!!!” But the police did not listen. “HEY, KIDS!” one of them shouted. “WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING IN THAT CASE?!!?” The officers looked very angry and lunged at the boys. Kieran and Connor bolted. They ran past the endless crowds looking for a place to hide. Eventually, they found a back alley. Pushing past an old lady, they sprinted into it and ducked down behind some dustbins. The two terrified boys snuck a peek at the police running past the entrance to the alley. Exhausted, the boys ran further down the alley and onto a small quay. A gigantic tall ship was moored on the quay. It was apparently deserted. Kieran and Connor crept onto it. From the main deck, the boys could see a dark red tall ship on the horizon. It was very sinister-looking. It was heading in the direction of Falmouth! But Kieran and Connor walked down some steps into the bottom deck of the boat and didn’t pay the ship a second thought. But they would soon see what bad news the red tall ship really was… Kieran heard a terrible cry from the depths of the ship. Maybe the boat wasn’t deserted? Kieran and Connor crept further. But Connor stayed about two metres behind Kieran. Kieran saw some metal objects ahead of him. They were hanging on a wall. Kieran tiptoed closer. The objects were swords. Kieran took two off of the wall, cutting himself in the process but it didn’t hurt him, neither did it make a mark on his skin. Kieran held out one of the silver swords at Connor. “But I don’t want to cut myself”, said Connor. “I just cut myself and nothing happened to me”, said Kieran reassuringly. Connor took one and cut himself. A bloody mark appeared on Connor’s skin. “OW!!!” he screeched. “What?!” asked Kieran, who had shoved the dark gem from the suitcase into his pocket. “It didn’t hurt me”. But Connor said it didn’t matter. Suddenly another ear-splitting cry filled the boat. Then another cry came. Kieran and Connor had become very curious about what the cries were. They ventured further into the depths of the tall ship. As they walked the noises got louder and louder. The boys opened a door to their right and ran into the room where the cries were coming from and held out the swords in front of them. At the far end of the room was a cage. Inside of the cage was a black springer spaniel with a red collar. Kieran opened the cage to let the dog out. It licked him in appreciation. Kieran looked at the red collar and found that the dog’s name was Volt. “But why is it called that?” Kieran asked. “I guess it must be very fast”, replied Connor. “Oh”, said Kieran.
Kieran and Connor ran back up the steps onto the main deck. Volt followed them. They looked out into the water and saw a terrible sight! The dark red tall ship that they had seen earlier was right next to another huge boat. The two boys could see the silhouettes of the boat’s crew. They didn’t seem to be aware of the tall ship next to them. Then, suddenly… “BANG!!!!!” Slowly, the boat began to sink into the water. Down, down, down it went until it was completely submerged under the shimmering sea. The red ship continued moving closer towards Falmouth. Kieran and Connor were horrified. Could they be the only ones who could see the sinister vessel? They had to stop it. Quickly.
The two boys somehow managed to sail the boat over to the terrifying ghost ship. The ship didn’t have a name carved on the side of it. The wood that it was built from was painted dark red. The ghost ship had many hatches on the side of it. Cannons poked out from inside the hatches. The boat had many scruffy men on the main deck. From the crow’s nest came a shriek. “OI, CAPTAIN!!! THERE’S A SHIP APPROACHING!!!” Then a man with a grey beard and a pirate hat shouted: “LOAD THE CANNONS! FIRE, FIRE!!!” “BANG!!!” The cannons were fired again. Suddenly, the ground beneath Kieran and Connor’s feet began to slowly lower. They looked over the side of the ship at the deep water. Kieran looked over to the ghost ship. Maybe they could jump and escape drowning? “I’m going to jump,” he said. “Are you crazy?!!?” shrieked Connor. But it was too late Kieran had grabbed the sword he had found and jumped to the other boat. Connor realised he had no choice but to jump too. He leaped off of the ship. Volt followed him and easily made it onto the deck of the ghost ship. Connor stumbled as he landed and nearly fell backwards into the water. The two boys lifted their swords as the shaggy-looking men lunged at them. They fought their way through them, somehow surviving to get to the ship’s wheel. The man with the pirate hat and the beard was the only person there. He drew a cutlass from a sheath on his belt and pointed it at Kieran and Connor! “Give me The Black Diamond!” the man screeched. ” I don’t know how you got your hands on it but give it here!!!” “NO!” shouted Kieran. “I’m gonna throw it off the edge of the boat!” You’re not getting it! You’re evil!!!” “Give it to me and I will spare your lives!” Kieran took the gem out of his pocket, walked to the side of the boat and held the Diamond over the edge of the ship. “NO!!!!!” shouted the man. While the evil pirate captain was distracted, Connor struck him with his sword. The man screamed in pain. But he was somehow still alive. Kieran shoved The Black Diamond back inside of his pocket and ran over to help Connor. Their swords clashed. Kieran and Connor pushed the pirate away from them and Kieran slashed his sword at him. The man shrieked again, but he was still not defeated. Then Volt ran up to the pirate from behind, sprang up into the air and sank his teeth into his backside. The pirate collapsed on to the deck where he lay, stone dead. “You did it Volt!” shouted Kieran in delight. “Yay, Volt! You were actually useful for once! Well done!” said Connor. Volt barked happily. The two boys then sailed the ghost ship back to a quay in Falmouth, where they got off the boat and walked back to their houses.
Kieran and Connor studied The Black Diamond for the next five weeks, but they still couldn’t figure out what it was, where it came from and what, if anything, it did. Eventually, Kieran, Connor and Volt just buried it in the field outside Kieran’s house, but they still researched the stone for the rest of their lives. However, they still found out nothing about the gem.

The End

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Age 9 to 12

‘Tall Ships Couple’ by Will, Age 9 Years

Tall Ships Couple

Paul and Julia were about to get married. The bells were ringing and when they walked in people were flinging confetti everywhere, they walked up to the best man. The best man said a few words and then said you may now kiss. They kissed and loads people were cheering and crying and when the wedding was over Paul paid a lot of money to take Julia on a Tall Ship. They just managed to fit their 12 dogs and 5 cats on the boat. Paul and Julia were so happy; it was a good day for them both.

Will

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Age 9 to 12

‘The Big Pearl’ by Lynty, Age 9 Years

The Big Pearl

There was once a girl named Daisy and a boy called Jack. Daisy was wearing a beautiful pink dress that sparkled in the sun. She was also wearing dazzling pretty shoes that tapped on the stony path. Jack was wearing black cool shorts with an awesome green top. They both were the best of friends. Then one day without any warning Jack said to Daisy,
“Jump in!”
“Why?” Daisy replied.
“Because I can see something down there.”
So they dived down to see what it was. “WOW!” said Daisy trying to talk in the water. It was a massive clam shell that had wonderful patterns on it. Inside there was the nicest pearl they had ever seen! They both came up to get some air, and then they dived down again to get the pearl. They finally jumped out of the sea and Jack hid it under his shirt so that no one saw it. Then one sailor from the Tall Ships asked Jack and Daisy if they had seen the pearl. ‘’No.’’ said Daisy.
‘’Well if you see it, can you tell me? It’s for my mum, she’s really ill? Well thank you,” said the sailor. Daisy couldn’t help feeling sorry for the sailor so she said. “Wait we do have the pearl.” Daisy felt really guilty. “You do?” he said happily.
“Yes.” Daisy and Jack both said together. So he walked off happily. “Well at least we did something nice today” said Jack.

By Lynty

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Age 9 to 12

‘The bird and the boat’ by Laura Age 9 Years

The bird and the boat

There was once a bird (seagull) that lived with a sailor on a tall ship. Her name was Shelly and she hated the taste of the sea salt. Whenever she tasted it her feet tingled. One day the sailor called,” We should go for a sail”. Shelly hated the sound of that! But she had to go. So she flew on to the sail and they set off. She was so scared.

She started to write a poem:
It is boring on the boat
Really, really boring Yes it is!…

Shelly was so bored. One day she overheard the captain saying,”The ocean is full of fun, exciting things.” Shelly never knew that before and she definitely loved the sound of it. Now she didn’t care about the taste of the sea salt at all. All she wanted to do was fly and have a good time out at sea so that is what she did.

She wrote a new poem, here it is:

I love the swishy fun sea and I never want to leave so,
I just sit and chat to myself I don’t need a sleeve to wipe my tears
Because I am HAPPY!
So that was that.

By Laura

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Age 9 to 12

‘Dog Tall Ship Adventure’ by Jay, Age 9 Years

Dog Adventure

Once upon a time on a Tall Ship there were two dogs. One was black and called Woof the other one was brown and he was called Barker! Woof and
Barker were best friends. They traveled to Africa for an adventure on The Tall Ships. It was a big excitement for them!

By Jay Age 9

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Age 6 to 8

‘The Rat who had an Adventure’ by Lewis, Age 8 Years

The Rat who had an Adventure

There was a little rat called Ralph who lived on beautiful tall white pale ship. He watched the Regatta, and under the black ocean where the magic happens there were two little goldfish.