It was Uncle Barry. He was in his dark green dressing gown, sat down asleep, hugging his till. Unfortunately I screamed too loud, which awoke Barry with fright. I shined the torch light in his eyes. "Thieves! Get out of my shop now!" Shouted Barry with anger! I needed the key for the boat. I stumbled onto the other side of the counter and found the key. I need to run now! I sprinted onwards towards the creaky door, opened it, then slammed it shut. I can't believe I'm doing this, there's so many mixed emotions in my head right now. Barry's shop was only a few meters away from the water. The snow colored boat with bright yellow stripes, stood out from the other boats in the dark deadpan night. I stood on the decking, but heard Barry banging and running inside towards the door. I stumbled down the steps then sprinted towards the boat.
Barry made it outside, but slipped on the slippery icy decking. He falls backwards and bangs his head on the wooden ground. He becomes unconscious. Matthew is still running, but doesn't realize what he has done to his own uncle. He just keeps running. And running.
"Nearly there" I say whilst gasping for air. I climbed up the metal ladder aside the boat, then hoisted the heavy anker up from the water with the rope it's attached to. After I hoisted it onto the ship, I climbed up another ladder up to the controls of the boat. I've not had much experience in driving a boat like this, but I've been shown how to by Barry. I still have the boats key in my hand, so I put it into the key hole and turned it. The engines started to work, creating quite a loud sound. I found a grey metal pocket compass next aside the controls. It's open with the red arrows pointing in the direction I need to go to get to the Atlantic Ocean. I turned the steering wheel towards the direction, making my way out of the ghostly docks. We managed to get out to the sea. Once upon the start of this story, this adventure was about me, but now it's me and dad. I grabbed my picture out of my rucksack and put it beside the boats window sill. I looked deep into the image of my fathers hazel eyes. I know there's no turning back now.
The sea is calm and quiet, I reckon I'll be there within 2 hours. I sat down onto the boats wooden floor boards, resting my head on my bag, hoping get a hours kip.
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Green island
Teen FictionHe's running out of time. It's nearly the 5th anniversary since his dad went missing. Strange and magical things are happening to Matthew Hopalot, but it's a sign and chance for him to save the world.
