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Date Posted: 12:52:52 07/14/02 Sun
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Gemini
's message, "Imagine (a short story)" on 09:29:40 05/02/02 Thu
I like boats but i don´t like pirates. My uncle Stephen ahd to tell me the big words as we don´t have these words at my school yet but we read it again afterwards and the story was great the second time i read it.
I am writinga story this week so i will send it here 4 u 2 read.
thanks
byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Nicholas
>Imagine
>
>Mark hadn’t noticed the large rowing boat which was
>approaching the shore, he was head down searching the
>nooks and crannies of a rock pool for an elusive Crab
>he had spotted. It was only when the men in the boat
>jumped into the shallow water to push it aground that
>he saw them, through the gap in the rocks. He suddenly
>stood bolt upright, his heart beating swiftly, for the
>men in the boat appeared to be Pirates. He turned
>around to look up the beach where his parents and
>little brother were, the beach was deserted, nothing
>but sand and the occasional rock, where moments before
>there had been lots of relaxing holiday makers.
> Strangely he didn’t feel frightened, as if this
>was quite normal. His parents, brother and everyone
>else had disappeared, he was quite alone except for
>about twenty Pirates pushing their boat onto the
>beach, yet he felt calm about the situation. As he
>ducked down behind the rocks he thought about what
>might be happening, he concluded that he had traveled
>back in time, for he was a great believer in time
>travel and all things to do with space.
> The Pirates had a young girl as hostage, Mark
>noticed her hands were tied behind her as they led her
>up the beach. He stayed out of view and watched them
>proceed to the far corner of the cove, where they lit
>a fire and set up an encampment. As darkness
>approached he could hear them singing and see their
>silhouettes dancing around the fire. He lay down and
>fitfully slept, for he had decided, if given the
>chance, he would rescue the girl.
> In the dimness just before dawn Mark crept up to
>the Pirates camp, the fire was just glowing embers and
>by its light he could see the girl tied to a boulder,
>everyone else had drunken themselves to sleep. He
>crawled up behind the young girl and grasped her
>mouth, whispering into he ear, ‘Don’t say a word, I am
>here to rescue you.’ As she relaxed Mark easily untied
>the ropes that bound her, together they melted into
>the shadows.
> They walked quickly, almost ran, for about an
>hour without speaking or really looking at each other.
>When the sun was in full view, finally the girl spoke,
>‘It seems I owe you my gratitude for rescuing me,’ her
>golden hair cascaded down to the padded shoulders of
>her long dress which had a tight fitted bodice.
>‘That’s ok,’ said Mark, ‘it was fun.’
>She looked at him curiously, he stood before her
>dressed only in his swimming shorts and tee – shirt,
>which had the words ‘MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU’
>emblazoned across it and a picture of Luke Skywalker
>brandishing his light sword.
>‘Who are you and where do you come from?’ she demanded.
>‘I’m Mark and I come from the future, I think.’
>‘The future, what in heavens do you mean?’
>‘Well there can be no other explanation,’ Mark was
>thinking as he spoke, ‘I seem to be a time traveler,
>who can go into the past or the future.’ The enormity
>of what he was saying struck him for the first time as
>he realised he had no proof of this at all or any
>apparent control and he didn’t know quite how he was
>supposed to get back to his own time and home.
>‘Do you take me for a fool, that is not possible’ the
>girl retorted. Mark thought about telling her of space
>travel, films and television, but decided it would get
>too complicated.
>‘You are just a little urchin, who happened to be
>passing, looking for something to steal, I wager’ she
>continued.
>‘No I’m not,’ Mark replied indignantly, ‘ I tell you I
>am from the future. Where I come from time travel is
>quite normal.’
>Well it was in books, films and on TV he thought to
>himself, and for real for all that he knew, it must be
>real because he was there and it was the past.
>‘There are lots of different kinds of time travelers’
>he continued, ‘there are loads, some are known to each
>other and are friends, they meet up in different times
>and have all sorts of adventures. With other types
>there can be only one and they fight trying to kill
>each other.’ Mark worried about this for a moment,
>then pushed it to the back of his mind.
>‘I think perhaps you are mad’ the girl replied,
>concerned that this strange boy may do her some harm.
>‘I am a Lady and will be treated as such.’ she
>demanded.
>‘Oh,’ said Mark, ‘if you are a Lady I must be a Lord,
>a Time Lord! Time Lords are the best time travelers,
>they are very experienced and can go anywhere, anytime
>and do lots of stuff.'
>‘Why, are you experienced in this traveling?’ she
>questioned.
>Mark thought about this and concluded that perhaps he
>wasn’t a Time Lord just yet, but even they had to
>begin somewhere. He chose to ignore her question.
>‘We had better continue on our way’ the girl urged.
>‘Yes, but I am not too sure where we are’ admitted
>Mark.
>‘Oh, I do,’ she replied confidently, ‘my Papa owns all
>the lands around for as far as the eye can see, home
>is not far away.’
>‘That’s good.’ Mark said, somewhat relieved.
>As they walked, they got to know one another better.
>Mark asked all about her and as to why the Pirates had
>kidnapped her. It seemed that she was the daughter of
>a wealthy Lord and the Pirates were holding her for
>ransom, a chest full of gold, she had said. Being her
>father’s only daughter it seems that he would have
>gladly paid it for her safe return. As for Mark’s part
>he didn’t seem to be getting through to her that he
>was really from the future, but they warmed to each
>other.
> After some time a small township could be seen in
>a small bay, above which stood a large castle with
>towers at each corner, from which flags were flying.
>‘Ah,’ the girl cried out, ‘there is my home.’
>‘Where?’ inquired Mark, thinking that it was difficult
>to pick out any of the houses from where they were
>stood.
>‘Papa’s castle’ she replied.
>Mark thought that she must indeed be a Lady. ‘You must
>go alone from here’ he said, ‘you will be quite safe
>now.’
>‘Oh no, Papa will want to reward you for rescuing me.’
>she urged.
>‘I don’t think that would be a good idea, how could I
>explain time travel and how I am dressed?’
>The girl thought about this and agreed, ‘Thank you
>Mark for all that you have done.’ She kissed him
>lightly on the cheek and pressed something into the
>palm of his hand. ‘Imagine Mark, if you are a time
>traveler, the places you could go to, the things you
>could see, just imagine……..’
>‘Mark! Mark!’
>Mark turned around to see his mother approaching, ‘
>Come on,’ she said, ‘stop daydreaming, it’s time to
>go.’
>Mark reluctantly followed her up the beach, which was
>now full of holiday makers. As he shuffled, pensively
>along the sand he became aware of something in his
>hand, on opening his clenched fist he revealed the
>most beautiful ruby ring you could imagine.
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