Oh hey there! It's been a whilöe hasn't it. Never mind I'm back now. What? You don't remember me? Well I'm Fred Wuth! Ring a bell? Yes? Good, then all is not lost and I won't need to retell my story. Well where did we get to? France I think? Yes, yes I'm sure we did. So on that note, let us begin.

The first thing I noticed when I stepped onto land once again was that it felt as if it were moving. Almost immediately my legs shot out from under me. A sailor nearby burst out into laughter. "Oh dear! Looks like someone has the landwobbles!" he grinnned., stretching out his hand to help me up. "Don't worry lad, it'll pass!" Actually the sailor paid for a room for me in a hotel before he left, meaning I had somewhere to sleep for the night. Of course I was going to set out to find Stephen in the morning.

A long time passed quickly in France and before I knew it a year had gone. I did like France and developed a taste for baguette, the bread from home was tastelesss in comparison. This time however findin a ship to take me on was not so easy.

(Hello everone. I wish to apologise for the gap betwen this story and the last. I've had so many tests and have not been able to spend time on this. I don't have tests till after the holidays (of course) and so I will write more in the holidays. Bye!