After being scared half to death by the school principal,(for reasons I’d rather not say), I never thought I’d experience anything as spooky, frightening, or confusing as what I’m about to tell you.
Heading home from yet another day of school, I was crossing the old, crumbling stone bridge that connected one set of aged, beige and stone houses to the next. It curved over the small canal in town. The loud whistle of another big vessel docking at the harbour rang in my ears, blocking out any other sound for a quick second.
Somewhere, a horrid scream sounded, echoing down the canal, freezing me on the bridge. Crack. Suddenly, a tall building toppled over. The nose of a massive ship slowly veered around the corner. A boat was in the canal. I spun around and dashed off the bridge, darting through small alleys with damp walls, and around large buildings covered in ivy. Scrambling, I swiftly climbed up the side of a chunky cobble building, which had solid grey stones sticking out randomly, perfect for foot holds.
I pulled myself up and stood on the roof of the building, gasping for breath. Suddenly, I had to dive for cover, for the ship had slammed into the towering structure beside me. The top of the house tumbled over, the bricks like skydivers somersaulting off a plane. Pulling myself out of shock, I spontaneously leaped into the air and crash-landed onto the front deck of the boat, because I had to stop the ship from ruining more homes.
Gingerly rolling over, I forced myself to my feet and rushed into the small, under-cover room where the big steering wheel was. Swerving around the corner, I yelled, “What are you doing?!” But there was no one there.