Creative Writing: HMS Vittles

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While the HMS Vittles bobbed in a casual manner, a sealed wood box bumped them. Knocka-bumpa-thumpa. Nicholas pried it open and found a sailors private stash of dried beef, a tin of chewing tobacco, fishing hooks, a moldy wedge of Danish cheese and some hardtack, rock hard biscuits. Nicholas tied the box of goodies to the ratlines. Waiting for a breeze, Vittles turned to Nicholas. “Occupation, wish for, when grown, you are?” Nicholas answered, “If you would have asked me that a week ago, I would have told you, someday I’m going to the captain of a Royal Navy man-of-war.” Vittles eyes brightened. “Heckle-smeckle, twiddle-diddle. Captain, you become, someday, I know.” “I don’t think so.” Nicholas said. “It was just a silly dream. There wasn’t …show more content…

A hundred feet away a glint of sunlight echoed off the moving body. Out of nowhere, a wave snuck up and pushed him to the bottom. Suddenly, he remembered he couldn’t swim. He kicked to the surface. A hundred feet away, a black shark, the size of a bull, swam towards him. He turned and thrashed towards the beach. Another wave hit him from behind and the undertow pushed his body along the bottom, depositing more sand into his wounds. He staggered onto the beach and looked back. A black dorsal fin continued to circle the area. He collapsed in tears. If that monster fish attacks Vittles, one bite and the mugwug’s a …show more content…

Why did his mom have to say that? He didn’t know if he ever would make it home. He laid back and closed his eyes to shut out his situation. He wished he had grabbed his favorite book, written by Daniel Defoe, before he hid like a coward in the pantry. It was ironic, the book told the story of a shipwrecked sailor stranded on an uninhabited island for twenty-seven years. Only Robinson Crusoe’s hope of being recued kept him alive. Nicholas bolted upright, felt the coin dangling from his neck and screamed. “Dare to dream. Never give up.” He shook his head. What a stupid saying. There’s no way six words are going to save my life. He thought of the book and skipped to the chapter where Robinson Crusoe had been exploring the island and discovered a native. He named the man Friday and taught him to speak English. They ended up good friends. Nicholas gritted his teeth and shouted. “I hate you. I hate you. You didn’t need a friend, you were grown up. It’s not fair. You knew how to survive.” A moment later, he slapped his forehead and groaned. “Oh my gosh! What a brainless, thick headed, dullard I am. How can I be jealous of an imaginary character in some fictitious

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