Thursday, 6 February 2014
On the Endeavour
If I hadn't been at the port on that day, if I hadn't met Captain Cook, if I hadn't agreed to step foot on the Endeavour , then I would not be on this ridiculous voyage. Five months had passed, and according to the map, we were no where near land. The Captain was a fierce, demanding man who every minute gave an order. Although he was the Captain, I felt that I could take charge, I was to give him advice, help him, teach him. After night had fallen , I went on to the deck to see if could see land; but all I could see was water.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
I'm so sorry that you have no messages.
ReplyDeleteBut today is your lucky day you get a message from me.
I love your poem or message.
My name is Rachel I'm Ambers buddy.
How are you?????
From Rachel :}