The Christmas holiday finally came. All we did for the first day was look out from the frosty leaded glass at the neighbors packing their bags in the old Vauxhall, which was just visible through the dancing snow drops glittering from the street lamp at the corner of the road.
I looked round and convinced myself that thinking of something productive would be better than starring at the neighbors enjoying themselves as they packed their worn out bags.
I knew we couldn’t go, but I just loved flicking through the holiday brochure, gazing at the beautiful pictures with blue seas and swimming pools. I kept on remembering what my dad said about the pictures being taken in the best place but I always knew that he lied and he just said that to get our hopes up.
As I was looking through the brochure I heard the squeaky letter box flap open and something fall on the floor. I quickly ran towards it and picked it up, I unfolded it to find an advertisement for a great price on a holiday, and I couldn’t keep my eyes of it. I looked outside the window and I saw the guy who had dropped off the leaflet in. he was an old man, which was clear from his beard. He was very well covered and hardly any of him was visible. There was something weird about him. I just didn’t know what.
I quickly ran up the steep spiral stairs and opened my parents recently painted door. I handed the leaflet to my dad and waited for him to say what are you waiting for; I stood there patiently uncomplainingly for about a minute waiting for my dad to answer.
We were all packing our bags as the time was not on our side
as we left the next day. The next morning we were all awake an hour before we should leave I thought I was the only one awake but when I slowly entered my parent’s room I knew that wasn’t true as they were up and ready before I was.
After half an hour the whole family was in the car ready to go. My dad started the old, rusty engine and drove on to the black tar road which had been re surfaced.
The weather was getting worse as the black clouds started to form and engulfed all the light in them.
We finally arrived at the port. It was empty. It felt like we were in the middle of the ocean already. Soon after we had arrived in the deserted port, an announcement was made. It said that all passengers for cruise number 293 were starting to board. Dad showted “That is ours” and we all started walking towards the ancient ship.
As we entered I saw a guy in the background who was meant to be the captain of this enormous ship. I was almost certain I had seen him before. I just could not remember. We were then taken to this really luxurious old fashioned room that was very well decorated. I ran towards the king size bed covered in a silky blue throw and jumped on it to celebrate the beginning of the holiday. After five minutes the massive engine of the boat was switched on, sounded like continuous rumble of thunder.
I run down the long, metal corridor then entered my parent’s room. I looked outside the huge window into the black sky and rain, wondering when it would stop. The wind was so strong it felt like the ship was going to turn over and we were all going to suffer in the blistering cold ocean. We all sat on a double bed which was very comfortable and soft. I asked dad where we were going and he said that we were playing the three islands. Straight away I remembered a program I’d seen about ships disappearing in the Bermuda triangle. When that thought came I felt a quick rush of cold wind blow from the ventilation on the roof. I knew we were near.
An announcement was made to call all the passengers to the dinning room so we made our way there. I recognized the man at the back that was the captain I knew I had seen him before. I turned my red man united radio on and listened to the news. Just then I remembered the captain he was the guy that posted the leaflet. The radio was load and everyone heard “Boat 293 has gone missing”