Task: Use the experiences of your colony during the Colonisation Game and write a narrative from the perspective of one of the survivors As I rocked gently back and forth while waves hit the cabin window, I realised, twitching my nose, that maybe this wasn’t the best of all decisions after all. After a while, the same thought ran through all the passengers minds as the weather turned to a sailor’s nightmare and the journey became hard and rough, as rough as the captain’s beard.
The captain was a short plump man with wide beady eyes, high expectations and a dry sense of humor. He believed his colony was going to work whatever hardships came his way. I hoped this turned out to be true. The captain’s comforting words were whipped away by the wicked wind and the treacherous waves which slowly grew in front of our eyes making us look powerless sailing on the never ending sea.
The crew was devastated as they received the news that we were blown of course over night .The consequences of this were endless but the captain still had hope of what would happen in the future. Those wise hopes were true as the storm slowly started to clear after two days of raging weather. Our journey was delayed by two weeks and the food stores gradually started to run out.
As we sailed into a tiny bay and heard a hungry sailor shout the beautiful words, ” Land ahoy!”, a smile stretched over the captain’s face that was as wide as the land itself. However, as we reached closer the smile shrank to a frown. Suddenly the man in the Crow’s Nest was hit by a blow and fell to the deck. There was no movement from the motionless man. Gone.
There was havoc from the crew as they realized what had happened. Miles of bush were visible from my small rodent sized hiding spot at the bow of the boat, but humanity was rare. A man stood at the edge of the bay with lapping waves at his ankles. The hostile man paused, looking for sense of why we were there. The same thought occurred to us as we docked our boat on the opposite side of the bay.
I scuttled along the mooring rope and into the shallow waters.The breeze was cold and eery. This is the place for me I realized, as I twitched my whiskers back and forth as if I was in a deli filled with cheese. I was finally there.
By Alex, Year 6, 2011