Thinking back, if only I could turn back time, before we walked away from class

A Terrifying Tale of the Ghostly Pirate Ship

“This is so boring!” Azaylia whispered to her three friends, Abigail, Maria and Riley. Who were still going on about the terrifying events that occurred in the last week. Today was the day Room 10 had gone on a School trip to Tauranga&nbsp; Harbour,&nbsp; and now they were in the heart of the harbour listening to Mr George, the old fisherman speak about his exciting forty years working out at sea.&nbsp; “I’m going to die of boredom if we stay here for much longer,” Riley muttered under her breath, looking everywhere else except at poor George. The wind blew violently against the girls, like a tornado about to pick them up any second.&nbsp;&nbsp;

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“I saw that ship over there,” Abigail paused, pointing towards the ship. “They are selling antiques, would you guys be interested in going to have a look?”&nbsp; “We just have to figure out a way to get there unnoticed,” Azaylia said. The four girls quickly crept away from their class, carefully avoiding the questioning stares from some of their classmates. They slowly approached the ramp; a brush of wind swept past them.&nbsp; Abigail felt an uncanny feeling enter her body, and judging by the expressions on her friends faces, she wasn’t the only one who felt it.&nbsp; “Do you guys still want to go in there,” Maria insisted, her eyes filled with uncertainty. “Well I'm going in anyway,” Riley replied, with a smile on her face. Riley hastily turned her back away from her friends, and bravely marched towards the horrors that awaited them.&nbsp; The rest of the girls followed enthusiastically.&nbsp;&nbsp;

They set foot in the withered ship, it was even bigger than it appeared to be. There were wooden shelves everywhere, with old clocks, jewelry,&nbsp; gold coins and objects the girls had never seen before were gently rested on the shelves. Ancient paintings filled each wall, and everything was covered in dust. An old frail woman greeted them with a sinister smile. She wore a dull crinkled long sleeve dress with a plain corset on top.&nbsp; “Goodmorning children, what a fine day it is.” She pointed towards the pouring rain. “Huh, It wasn’t raining a minute ago.” Azaylia said, as all of the girls looked at each other.&nbsp; “Oh yes good morning. Would you mind if we look around?”Abigail asked, waiting for a response.&nbsp; “Of course! There's lots for you to explore,” The lady replied. If they had looked closely enough they would have sworn she winked at them.

They slowly begin making their&nbsp; way&nbsp; deeper into the ship, exploring new rooms. Step by step the wooden boards creaked louder, and with each coming breath the room temperature grew colder. They walked through a corridor, an unsettling feeling crept through their body and mysterious fog began appearing.&nbsp; It was so chilly that they could even see their own icy breaths. A shiver went down Abigail’s spine. Something about this ship just didn’t feel right?&nbsp; The lights began to flicker, and they heard sudden footsteps staggering behind them.&nbsp; The girls felt the hair raising on their necks, and the presence of someone or something watching them. “We have to get out of here, Now!” Abigail shouted, and they all began running the direction they came from. She knew if they stayed here for any longer, something bad was going to happen.&nbsp; Just as Riley was about to reach out her hand to open the door that led to the entry of the ship, suddenly an unearthly figure appeared in front of them. It once might have been a man, but now it didn’t look human at all!

He stared at them with his soulless black eyes, his skin was pale, was extremely tall and he wore ragged clothes. But one thing that stood out to them was the tricorn hat he wore, and the strange symbol that was imprinted on it.&nbsp;&nbsp; “On the count of three, WE RUN!” Azaylia whispered, “3…2…1!” They sprinted their hearts out, eager to get as far away from the man as possible. He began chasing them, and as they ran, more men that were dressed in similar clothing came into view.&nbsp; “I regret coming here!” Riley called out, in an anxious tone. Abigail looked back, she could feel her heart pounding out of her chest.&nbsp; “We can’t keep running like this, we have to find a way out of here!” Abigail said, her hands trembling with fear. At the end of the corridor was another door, if the door was locked, then they would’ve reached their end. They sprinted faster,&nbsp; and finally reached the door. Abigail twisted the doorknob, and this time it shot open. It turned out to be steep stairs that led up&nbsp; to the deck of the ship.&nbsp;

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A Terrifying Tale

Thinking back, if only I could turn back time, before we walked away from class, and&nbsp;made a decision that we would regret for the rest of our lives; and maybe I wouldn’t be recalling this bone-chilling experience of my encounter on the

The Heart Of The Harbour

Thinking back, if only I could turn back time, before we walked away from class, and&nbsp; made the most regretful decision of our lives; and maybe I wouldn’t be recalling this bone-chilling experience of my encounter on the ghostly pirate ship. 1 hour earlier before this mess unraveled…&nbsp; “And that is how you tie a proper fisherman's knot. Can anyone tell what this knot is called?” George asked the class, searching for some interested faces. &nbsp;Unfortunately, no one seemed to share the same excitement that he felt. He let out a sigh of disappointment. “Can someone at least tell me one thing you like about fishing?”&nbsp; “Fishing!” one of the class clowns blurted out, with a proud expression on his face.

The Mysterious Ship

In the corner of her eye, something seized Abigail’s attention. It was a gigantic fishing ship. The hull of the boat spread the length of the entire jetty. The wooden boards were aged and there were cracks between each plank. The ship had three tall sails that were positioned on either side of the deck, to the mainmast.&nbsp; On the side of the ship where the ramp was, stood a wooden sign that read ‘Antiques for Sale.’ It was written in white paint and in perfectly neat handwriting. “Anyone keen on going on an adventure?” Abigail asked with a smirk on her face, before quickly turning her attention back to the rest of the group.&nbsp; “I don’t see why not,” Maria replied, waiting for the other two girls to nod of agreement.&nbsp;

“Are you all ok?” Mrs Puke asked,&nbsp; a concerned look on her face.&nbsp; “How did we get here!” Riley tried to say calmly, rubbing her forehead, trying to remember what happened to them after they fell into the water.&nbsp; “Mr George rescued you guys out of the water,” Mrs Puke replied.&nbsp;&nbsp; “There was a&nbsp; giant ship, and these men who chased us, and an elderly woman!” Abigail said, gasping for air.&nbsp; “That’s strange, no ships have arrived at the harbour in this last week,” Mr George added, looking quite confused.&nbsp; What was it they had seen, would it even be possible to imagine something so crazy?&nbsp; No, they knew what they saw, and whatever it was, none of those men belonged to this world.&nbsp;

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What are they?

In a flash they finally reached the deck, and were faced with their toughest decision yet.&nbsp; “We have nowhere to go!” Maria cried out. As the men started surrounding them.&nbsp;&nbsp; “I don’t know how we are going to escape this.” Riley&nbsp; exclaimed.&nbsp; The four girls looked at eachother, with fear in their eyes. Was this really the end?&nbsp; “Guys the only way we can escape this, is if we jump off the edge!” Azaylia shouted, loud enough she could hear her voice echoing.&nbsp; “You're right! We don’t have a choice,” Abigail replied, "this is the only way.” They waited a moment sharing one last glance at each other, before at the speed of light, they sprinted and dived into the piercing cold water.&nbsp; Suddenly everything went black, the only thing they could remember was when their heads met the sandy seabed.&nbsp; When they woke up they were lying on the scorching jetty. Familiar faces clouded their view.&nbsp;&nbsp;

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