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ADRIFT
ADRIFT
Hi my name is Old Hill billy James. I am 68 years old and this is my story about being caught adrift.
One sunny evening I was travelling on my hot air pirate ship when the propeller snapped. “Damn! How am I going to get back home now?”
Suddenly, I heard something that sounded like whales in the distance. It couldn't be whales at this time of year. Slowly, out of the mist came this bale of flying turtles. “What the....” I had no words for these amazing turtles. They were huge, floating freely and exquisitely amongst the clouds.
An idea came to mind. I ran and got the rope I always carry at the front of the boat and lassoed one of the turtles. “Yes! I'm on my way back home!” We slowly started to move, but without warning I saw the rope slowly start to wither before my eyes “Curse you, you stupid rope!”
All hope of getting home was slowly disappearing right before my eyes. Then I noticed that there was one more turtle that wasn't fast enough to keep up with the rest of the bale. I took my last remaining rope and decided to plunge overboard and catch the last turtle. “I hope I'm on my way home now” I muttered to myself.One sunny evening I was travelling on my hot air pirate ship when the propeller snapped. “Damn! How am I going to get back home now?”
Suddenly, I heard something that sounded like whales in the distance. It couldn't be whales at this time of year. Slowly, out of the mist came this bale of flying turtles. “What the....” I had no words for these amazing turtles. They were huge, floating freely and exquisitely amongst the clouds.
An idea came to mind. I ran and got the rope I always carry at the front of the boat and lassoed one of the turtles. “Yes! I'm on my way back home!” We slowly started to move, but without warning I saw the rope slowly start to wither before my eyes “Curse you, you stupid rope!”
THE END
