Page 7
English
The last white flakes came drifting down shining
in the new Spring sun. Gulls swooped by starboard,
diving through the wind like fish through water.
The great echoes of the lapping tide grew louder
for the waves' height grew taller and taller.
Every sailor's nightmare is to be out at sea while
a storm is cooking. The crew ill due to the frantic
rocking. The ghastly Royals seated upon furniture
of gold as if they did not notice its weight and the
ship's old wooden floor.
The Captain, post deserted, too busy bellowing in
laughter at the King's jester. Such fools to think
entertainment comes before safety. Such fools
to think a jester's act is even the smallest bit
amusing. Amusing ~ a narrow word I haven't been
to in a long time.
Paddy O'Toole year 7
