Hi everyone! Yes, the author of this blog does still exist!! We are still in St Vincent but are hopfully off to Beqia in the next few days. We were there a while ago and went to visit the turtle sanctuary run by a local guy who said if we came back in May I could go and help him out. I'm so excited!!
For the last 2 weeks or so we have been in Cumberland bay with our french friends Manu, Hugo and Solen. There is a river that flows into the bay where we did our laundry like gypsies and walked up with a picnic twice. It was a lovely bay and we made friends with some of the fishermen including Joseph who has a son called Jay and 'Cricket' who took sam fishing.
Apart from that we havn't been doing much. Sam and Dad have been given some fishing pointers fom the fishermen in Cumberland Bay and have suddenly gone into a fishing frenzy and have so far caught..........1 fish!! I have entered a writing competition in the 'Young Writers Competition' with the help of my Grandfather who is an author. Here is my entry:
Alone
It wasn't that he didn't have a good nature – it was his appearance. He knew that – had always known it. Being six metres tall, naked apart from dirty, ragged loincloth and very hairy is not good when trying to communicate with a village of humans. His enormous matted beard and long hair was particularly terrifying because it obscured a large part of his face. The giant was trying to talk to the humans, not because he wanted to buy anything from them (where would he get anything to pay them with anyway?) - it was because he was lonely.
Yes, lonely. He had been by himself for years – ever since he could remember. Where had he come from? He didn't know. Where were his parents? He didn't know. Were there any more giants like him anywhere? He didn't know. So he lived by himself, travelling constantly, trying to find other giants. He killed animals to eat and carried on his search, living on hope which was rapidly disappearing as each day of searching proved fruitless. On and on, through desert, mountains and forest. Now and then he would come across humans as he had today and sometimes he would try to talk to them. He had never been successful but he was desperately lonely and would try anything. Twice he had been shot at with arrows but other than that people tended to gather their children inside and lock the doors. Peering out, terrified of this thing that had come to steal and kill in their village (or so they thought).
Today he had approached a small village and some children playing by the river had seen him and run off to tell the people as fast as their legs could carry them. Before he was even close they had barred their doors and locked themselves inside. Feeling defeated and not even trying to tell the villagers that he came in peace, he left and walked on through the night until he came to the edge of a vast lake which in the still night reflected the stars in then night sky. Then he stopped and sat down at the edge of the water and wept, great tears rolling down his large face. The sobs that shook his body shook the earth too until he stopped crying and looked around at the big unfriendly world.
He was alone.
Hope you enjoyed that!! Wish me luck in the competition!!
Sea Warrior sailing!
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