'The ocean is a graveyard.' That's what my mother told me. When the ship left land, Mother waved her snow-white handkerchief, and those words flickered through my mind. My heart ached at the moment I realised those words were true. The journey I was beginning would end at the bottom of the ocean. All these memories. It was too late for them to save me. Water filled the room. The discordant tune of the waves somehow seemed a comfort. The ocean was taking my life. The ocean was a graveyard.
by Bethan Taylor (Runner-Up) (10)
Ysgol Gymraeg Y Fenni - Wales
Competition - Ancient Adventures
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