Greetings! It is I, Fred Wuth, great explorer of the oceans! Well, maybe not "Great explorer of the oceans", but I'm pretty sure my name is Fred Wuth. Hmmm... Yes I'm certainly Fred Wuth. Why am I here you ask? Why to continue telling the story! The one about me! Told by your's truly! (That's me). I've wasted enough of your time now. Let's get on with the story.

If I recall correctly I told you last tim ethat I became a crew member on the ship known as the "Dove". I think I'll fill you in on the details of my journey on that ship. Here goes!

I immediately settled right in on the majestic vessel, as it glided gracefully over the waves. Even if the rest of the crew was very begrudging about having a seven year old on board their ship. (Looking back I can't blame them for that. I wouldn't be thrilled to have a seven year old on a ship with me nowadays.) I spent my days scrubbing the deck, which wasn't nearly as fun as I had imagined. Still I loved being at sea. I had never felt more at home and even now I stll feel most at home on a ship or in the sea. (Yes I said in. We'll get to that eventually) As my days passed the crew became more and more rough with me, and eventually there came a day when one of the sailors got a tad drunk.

The day started off perfectly normally. I was woken early to scrub the decks before everyone got up, I did this fine and everything. I spent my free time simply looking over the edge of the ship at the sea, longing to go down and swim. I knew i was being foolish though. That's when it happened. The man came up to me. He was your typical old hardened sailor bloke, with muscular arms and tattoos. (Seriously did he think this was a disney film?) He reeked of alcohol and had obviously been drinking. "OI! Scruberboy!" He shouted, his words slurred. "You missed a spot! Never mind though!I came to make your dreams reality!" he told me, an evil grin flashing across his face. Being only seven I wondered what he meant. So I asked him. His grin grew wider and he laughed. "I'm going to send you to the sea! Every night you keep us awake, mumbling some rubbish about how you long for the sea!". I was shocked. I loved the sea, it was true, but wishing to be in the sea? I had never wanted that! Although looking back hadn't I just wished to swim? The Seadog grinned even wider and grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. "So long boy!" he sneered, tossing me overboard.

I fell and for a heart stopping moment thought it was over. Fortunatly I noticed a loose rope hanging down. flailing blindly I grabbed it, swinging from it and grabbing the side of the ship. Fortunately our time at sea had worn off the polish and I was able to get a grip. Slowly I began to climb the side of the ship. Why did we have to move so fast? I almost fell repeatedly and usually was just lucky to get a good hold before tumbling to the sea. I placed my first hand on the deck and slowly pulled myself up. The whole crew stood staring at me, absolutely numb with shock.



That's all for today. Maybe I'll post more tomorrow.