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Age 9 to 12

‘Ship’s Log Day 1’ by Lilly Hird, Age 9 Years

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

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Voyage Of Discovery’ by Edie Vernol, Age 9 Years

A Voyage Of Discovery
I was in the crow’s nest, spying through my telescope, and then I saw it.
“Land Ho!” I cried to the crew of The Neptune, our tall ship.
“Steer North-West”, I shouted again. In no time, the Neptune was docking. We were docking on a shore of golden sand and towering palm trees. As I stepped off the boat, I could feel the heat of the burning sand through my shoes.

Beyond the sandy beach was an array of mountains, hills and, rainforests. The greenery was luscious and bore fruits of many colours. Our crew journeyed on over the nearby hills, and came across something glorious! There in front of us, was a sparkling lagoon. In the clear lagoon were many, new and tropical fish I had never seen before.

The lagoon reminded me, I was meant to be keeping track of where we were! I looked at my compass and frowned deeply. We would never make it back to the Neptune before dark! We left it too far South. My Admiral was nearest to me, so I nervously told him. This time it was his turn. He raised his voice and announced,
“We will set up camp here, and no questions!”

We woke up to an unusual bird cry, not the usual squawking of a seagull. The bird we were hearing was brightly coloured, and had vibrant eyes…

By Edie Vernol

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Voyage of Discovery’ by Noah Walker aged 9

A Voyage Of Discovery

9th July 1850
09:30am

I was washed onto a golden yellow beach surround by luscious green forests the sand was flaming hot so I jumped up straight away. All I could remember was that The Fierce was ship wrecked. The water around me was filled with playful dolphins and tropical fish.

I emerged into the forest with a jagged rock from the ground, there were howling monkeys and twittering of birds. Eventually I found a sparkling lagoon full of mudskippers and crocodiles. I swam across. Some crocodiles looked a bit suspicious and they started to snap at me. But on the other side of the lagoon I thought I heard voices and I went further. I swear I saw people watching me and yellow eyes peering through the trees. “Hello?”… No one answered.

Next, I came up to a mountain so I started to climb until I found a cave. Luckily for me, it had an underground lake full of fish! I began to lap up the water, greedily and outside bamboo was growing, so I snapped some down. I jabbed at the water, eager to catch a fish. However, I found a bottle filled with water. I kept it for later. I’m glad I still have this paper to write on and if anyone ever finds this letter… I AM STILL ALIVE!

Noah.

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Age 9 to 12

‘The Deserter’ By Dominic Nichols Age 9

The Deserter

I’d landed on a golden, sandy and tropical beach with shells dotted around. I walked further inland and tall towers rose up above me, Union Jacks and lots of other Britishness around me, being a Spaniard I really didn’t feel welcome.

As I got even further inland stalls were appearing around me and palm trees around every corner, ships captains were bustling about in their hats, long coats and trousers, cutlass hanging by their side. They were stocking their carts up with fresh produce before leaping back into their carts and driving off to their boats.

After abandoning my tall ship of terrors I thought it was a good idea but now I’m regretting it, well I was until the professor came up to me …

I thought he was just an old man until he asked me if I wanted to trial for Colberts Sailing Academy. I thought it would just be a few lame sailing lessons as they would call them but my heart missed a beat when I saw the Academy.

It was probably the most majestic building I have seen so far, tall towers rising into the clouds, the walls 10 men tall, the drawbridge was unravelling and inside it just got better. In the centre there was a giant lake with the coolest ships I’ve ever seen. Some tall ships and canoes. Amazing.

The walls were roughly 5 metres thick and home to the dormitories where I would be sleeping, I was asked a lot of questions and then they decided I was in the house of Professor McDaddles, by coincidence that was the Professor who introduced me to Colberts. They then introduced me to my dormitory. I was sharing with another person called Dickens from the same house as me.

The dormitory was clean with a silk purple mat on the floor and purple silk bed sheets, the walls were also purple. I decided our house colour must be purple. I remember now one of the epic ships was purple. The door read “Purple, house of war and glory”.

Dickens was a small boy who was light on his feet. I discovered he was a soldier. He was also very good with the cutlass and he normally beat me when we were sparring, I’ve never been very good with a cutlass.

It was getting very dark when I realized how tired I was, I walked straight to the inside of the wall where I tried to find my way to my dormitory. After a while I found Dormitory 228 and went inside, Dickens was studying and I climbed into bed.

That night I had a horrible dream. It went like this:
“David get to work!” “Sorry Captain” I called to captain Dr. James Smith of the ‘tall ship of terrors’ or the Dragon Breath as captain called it. “owww” “you deserve it scumbag” captain noted and he kicked me. I went rolling down the deck and the edge of the ship was coming closer and closer then I felt another sharp blow to the head and I lost consciousness…

 

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Age 13 to 16

The Tall Ships by Neve Bishop age 14

The waves were calming as they sailed closer. If anyone said they weren’t looking forward to leaving their cramped wooden quarters, they were lying. The feeling of excitement was brewing aboard the ship as the seagulls circled above them.
And there it was, slowly making its way on to the horizon. Although they couldn’t hear it on the ship, people in the harbour were celebrating. Fireworks decorated the night sky. Any news, good or bad, was welcome. The people of Falmouth had gone so long without a peep from the North, finding out the happenings of the country was the best thing since Christmas.
The sailors looked to the sky in awe as the navy blue night exploded into colour. Reds, blues, greens, oranges and yellows fizzled into nothingness over and over again. This was not a simple welcome, it was a party. A party for anyone and everyone to enjoy.
The ships decelerated as the harbour drew closer, the sounds of happiness getting louder and louder. The Tall Ships were bobbing in the open water like excited children waiting for their presents on Christmas morning. The sailors chatted happily, glad to set foot on dry land again.
But they wouldn’t be able to stay for long, for the job of a Tall Ship is never done.

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Age 13 to 16

‘My Story’ by Lisa Pooley aged 14

As the night closed in, the sea started to settle. All was silent, all was calm. Then the boats came into sight. The silence was disturbed as an eruption of sound was created. The parcels had arrived. As the boats docked fireworks lit up the darkness. People descended like prowling to see what all the fuss was about and there right before their eyes was all they could ever of dreamed off. People were happy, people were smiling as they claimed what was theirs. Families were scattered all across the docks, huddled together.

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Age 6 to 8

‘The Game of Hide and Seek’ by Miriam, Age 8 Years

Once upon a time there was a cat called Sylvester. Sylvester was very cheeky sometimes, especially in this story. Sylvester had a sensible owner, which is just the opposite of him. Sylvester’s owner was called Chloe. Chloe had long, dark hair and clear blue eyes. Sylvester was black-and-white, with grass green eyes. One day, just before the fireworks went off and the tall ships came in, the streets were loaded with people busying around to get a good view of the sea and sky.
Sylvester and Chloe were playing hide-and-seek, which as you can probably imagine, it was very, very, very easy to find a place to hide that no-one could find you in a million years.
Sylvester was quite good at hiding. He decided to hide at the top of one of the colourful palm trees, but even he couldn’t see the seagull eyeing him curiously from overhead. He scrambled up the rough-barked palm tree and sneakily hid between two of the fresh green leaves.
Meanwhile, Chloe had just finished counting and had started looking for Sylvester. She certainly didn’t know where to look! She searched everywhere, well, everywhere except at the top of a palm tree!
After a while, Sylvester began to feel impatient. “Come on,” he thought, “even I could find a speck of dust up in this place! I didn’t mean to make it this hard!”
Suddenly, he spotted the seagull swooping down to him! He tried to cry out for help, but all that came out was a tiny “Mew!” despite his desperate efforts. Before you could say ‘Tiddlywinks’ the seagull had him up on the highest pole of a tall ship in a trice. Sylvester was trapped!
Chloe, at that time, had given up. ”OK, Sylvester, you win!” the frightened girl kept on shouting anxiously. She began to feel slightly worried after a while. What if Sylvester was lost? What would she do then?!?!?
Sylvester was beginning to feel scared. He could hear Chloe’s yelling, but was too worried to reply.
Suddenly, somebody in the crowd cried out, ‘Hey, what’s that black-and white thing on top of that tall ship over there? Is it a seagull?’
Chloe and all the other people turned to look. Sylvester smiled, grateful that they had finally noticed him.
This was Chloe’s only chance to find Sylvester. “No! THAT’s not a SEAGULL!!!” She yelled out in delight. “That’s my Sylvester!” Before anyone could stop her, she dived in the freezing ice-cold sea, in only her polka-dotted buttoned dress and leggings. Past the seals she went, crying tears of joy. Soggy-wet, she scrambled on board the tall ship which Sylvester was on. Ignoring the sailor’s warnings completely, she carelessly started to stagger herself up the riggings of the high mast. “Don’t look down,” she told herself, “Do anything but don’t look down!” She was nearly half-way now, on the third/fourth sail out of the 7 there were. “Nearly there!” She thought, “Not far to go now!”
Before you could blink, she was up at the top of the tall ship, cradling a black and white meowing ball of fur in her arms. “Now, to get down.” She stood deep in thought for a minute or two, one arm on the pole and the other rocking Sylvester gently.
She carefully let her arm go, watching the sails as she fell, hoping to grab on to one of the lowest banners so she could lower herself into the sea without making a big splash. She grabbed hold of the last banner with a tight grip so she wouldn’t slip and fall, and carefully lowered herself onto the ship’s deck. One of the sailors kindly picked up his phone and rang a lifeboat to take Sylvester and Chloe to shore, so Sylvester didn’t have to get wet.
Off to shore they went, the wind flapping in Chloe’s hair and Sylvester’s fur. Everybody cheered. “SYL-VE-STER!” they shouted, “CHLO-E!” the yelling was deafening. People even had made bright, colourful, home-made banners with their names on them, in order for a giant celebration
When they got to shore, Chloe thanked the man whom was at the wheel and said her farewells. Tired after all the exciting events that day, Sylvester wearily settled down on a comfy red-brick wall to watch the fireworks, while Chloe pointed out where they had been – on which exact tall ship – to a journalist with a telescope.

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Age 6 to 8

‘The Sea Story’ by Leon, Age 8 Years

One day there was a person called Ross. He was going for his daily walk and he found a hurt rat. He took it home and took care of it. He named the rat Scally. Scally was very dirty so Ross cleaned Scally. When Scally got out she yawned so Ross made a bed for Scally. Then Ross thought that he was tired too.

In the morning when Ross and Scally woke they both yawned at the same time.
They both laughed, well Ross did but Scally squeaked (that meant she was laughing in rat). They both went for a walk down the street and when Ross looked behind him there were loads of rats! Ross did not know which one was Scally.

Ross was so sad that he started to cry. “WA! WA! WA! WA!” said Ross, then he remembered that Scally was the clean one. Soon he found her. Ross was so happy that he ran straight to a pet shop to buy a collar for Scally. He got her name engraved on it and gave it to her. Then Ross told Scally that it was the tall ships and Sally was so excited that she ran ahead and found somewhere to sit and Scally and Ross watched the tall ships.

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Age 6 to 8

‘Tilly and Bob’ by Emily Ra, Age 8 Years

Tilly is young and she is twenty-four. Tilly has a dog called Dave. They were in town. When then got there Dave the dog disappeared. Dave smelt a hot dog and he ran to find it on a tall ship. Tilly was worried because Dave was gone. She went around town hunting for him. She looked on the beaches. She looked in the hotels. She looked in the castle. She couldn’t find him. She looked everywhere. Then she played her music. Dave heard it and he came back. He barked and barked!

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Age 13 to 16

‘Tall Ships Disaster’ by Ashleigh, Age 14 Years

Saturday 25th July 2011 2:30pm
It was the day of the Tall Ships- Everyone was getting ready to celebrate. The streets were gradually filling up with people of all of ages. The ships were just coming into dock, you could see them slowly coming through the break in the mist. Tonight was the big night.
Sitting on my balcony waiting for the celebration to start I remember being a little child running around by the docks getting excited about the Regatta. That didn’t last for very many years. About 10 years ago I was out watching the fireworks on Sharkfin ,the boat at the Regatta. Everything was going brilliantly until the ship that we were on crashed into another ship. The ship we crashed into was called Destiny it was much bigger than the one I was on. The passengers on Sharkfin felt the crash a lot more than the passengers on Destiny.
As we crashed I fell out of the boat and into the cold rough water, I thought I was going to die. I tried as hard as I could to swim back to land, but the waves were pushing against me and I couldn’t manage to fight them for much longer. Luckily the life boat had just sailed around the corner, they soon sped up when they saw me calling for help. I was not the only one who fell in the water, but I was the only one who got saved. I lost one of my best friends. I was trying my hardest at the time to save her, but it was hard because I had myself to save as well, it was such a struggle. I still hate to think about it. After that disaster I was put in a wheelchair, the doctor said it would be for life.
Saturday 25th July 2011 6:00pm
The last few boats were just creeping around the corner ready for the Regatta to start. I was up on my balcony. It upsets me to see all of my friends being able to be down on the streets celebrating. It makes me think I should have just stayed off the ship that night and stayed on the streets watching the fireworks. But I guess it’s happened now and I can’t go back in life.
All of the ships were finally here, ready and waiting for the fireworks to start. All I could hear was screaming children getting excited, the horns on the boats being blown and the waves crashing up over the harbour. It looks a very rough night out at sea. The smell of all the deliciously cooked sausages and burgers swooped up to me from the burger van. The horn had been blown the fireworks were about to start. The colours of the fireworks lit up the whole sky. You could no longer hear the crashing of the waves. The fireworks were booming as if a bomb had been dropped. The atmosphere was almost like there was a carnival going on. The noise was amazing! This night was something to remember. Everyone brought a happy vibe to the town of Falmouth. As I looked around at the houses nearby every single one was in darkness. Everyone was out celebrating. Everywhere I looked there were camera flashes. The clock tower in the middle of town was ringing, it was 12 o’clock, everyone gathered around and started singing and dancing, it was great to see everyone so happy.
Sunday 26th July 2011 1:30am
The time had come, we had to say goodbye to everyone visiting for the Regatta and all of the boats were slowly sailing away into the distance. This was another year of the Regatta ;it was over, everyone will have to wait until next year to celebrate it again. The streets were slowly clearing, families walking hand in hand into the distance. The sea had cleared there was no ships left. All of the people cleared off now, the streets were left empty except from a few bits of rubbish scattered around the place. Today has seen a Regatta I will never forget. Hopefully next year will be even better.