Saturday, 19th May 2012
9:09:pm
 

The Strange Storm by Ella

I woke up, a storm is coming, I can smell it but it’s not like any other storm. It smelt... different. I looked around my gloomy room and drew back the curtains just as a huge wave crashed over the harbour wall. Gavin came into the room “3rdstorm in five days! he exclaimed.

“Freaky!” I said. “We should go and check on Jago, he might be uncomfortable.” Silently we crept across the landing, careful not to step on any squeaky floorboards. I went in first, Gavin following nervously behind. “Jago wake up” I said in a whisper (no reply) “ Jago wake up” I said louder (I kept trying.)  That was it I lost it “WAKE UP!” I shouted waking mum and dad in the process.

“What’s all the shouting about?” came mums soothing voice “JAGO’S GONE!” Gavin and I explained. “I’ll look out the window,” I volunteered luckily enough there he was running to his tatty little boat. “JAGO!” I shouted at the top of my voice. Jago didn’t seem to hear, “JAGO!” The shout echoed around the spare bedroom.

Jago turned and waved at me, then waved at Gavin. He carried on running; he stopped for breath I could see him panting heavily, the sweat trickling down his forehead. “Come on let’s go!” Gavin whispered. We were off like a couple of cheetahs. Our feet pounding the earth, blisters were forming on my feet. I had no shoes on but I didn’t really care. We were just a few paces away from the bench Jago was sitting on.

Finally we got there and a thought came to me “how are we going to communicate with him?” I asked Gavin “simple I have the Cornish dictionary with me!” I smiled; Gavin was always prepared. (well not always!) Jago said something to them in his language. “What did he say?” I asked Gavin “I’ll check” Gavin said as he pulled out his dictionary. “Aha” “here it is he said hello”. “Ask him what he’s doing,” I said, Gavin asked jago what was he doing. Jago was just about to reply when, suddenly the kittiwake started to disappear “oh no!” I shouted. After that jago finally got the chance to speak he explained about his village, the raid, going out in his boat, getting hit by lightning and ending up here (all in his own language and Gavin translated it into English.). “Oh” “so he needs to go out in his boat and warn the fishermen, but how?” I asked Gavin “I’ll translate it to jago.” Gavin replied so he did. Jago jabbed his finger at a lightning bolt, which struck the sea. “Oh no!” I said terrified.

Jago set out on the boat, into the angry storm until he was a tiny speck on the horizon. With a terrifying crack! The lightning hit the little boat with amazing accuracy. Jago was whisked off to the past, oh I hope he’s alright I thought nervously, Gavin was biting his nails from behind I imagined what jago was seeing, the houses on fire, people screaming and the dangerous killers. It made me shiver all over. Will he be all right, he should be back soon, and what if he never comes back? Those thoughts kept popping in and out of my mind.

Behind me things were disappearing, fast! “Jago you have to be back in time.” With another terrifying crack! The lightning hit the sea and there was a tiny speck, is that Jago? I thought. As the speck drew nearer I could clearly make out the figure of a small boy “JAGO!” we both cried, he waved at us we waved back. Slowly things started to turn back to normal, everything returning to the planet.

Jago stayed with us for a nightlonger, he disappeared “he’s gone again!” I exclaimed, “Lets look out the window.” I suggested. And there on the horizon, a boy was rowing out into a storm. Lightning flashed, “bye Jago.” I whispered blowing him a kiss; Jago disappeared, back to old times, where his family now happily lived. The storm evaporated into thin air, and I never saw Jago again.

By Ella C

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