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The Legend of The Sea Lords by Vega Armstrong

Long ago on a small island in the Caribbean a young girl named Freya went on a sailing trip with her friends. The sea was calm at first, but as they got further out to sea the rougher the waves got and soon there was a horrible storm. The girls were terrified! The storm blew them to a mysterious island, the likes of which they had never seen before! It was absolutely beautiful! It was a fairly mountainous place, with dozens of waterfalls.

“Are we on Dominica?” Freya asked nervously.

“Nope,” replied one of her friends named Leila who had been to Dominica before.

“We’ll be fine!” Jane assured her friends.

Freya wasn’t so sure about that. The girls decided to explore the island. Further inland they found a waterfall with a large plunge pool. Close by the plunge pool they found a cave.

“Let’s sleep here!” Leila suggested. Again Freya wasn’t so sure that that was such a good idea.

“What if there are bats?” Jane moaned. Typical Jane, Freya thought, always moaning but this time Freya sort of agreed… Well maybe not the whole ‘what if there are bats?’ part but Freya wasn’t sure she wanted to go into the cave far less sleep in it! There was just something she didn’t like about it.

“She has a point!” said Freya finally.

“Fine! But where do you suppose we are going to sleep?” Leila asked with crossed arms.

“I don’t know!”replied Jane “but just not there,” she said pointing at the cave.

“I know! Why don’t we go for a swim in the plunge pool,” Freya suggested eager to change the subject. Jane and Leila both agreed that this was a good idea, so the three girls jumped into the pool. It was fresh water so the girls opened their eyes. Freya saw something strange; it was in the deeper end of the pool so she signalled to the others to surface.

“What’s wrong?” asked Leila

“I saw something,” Freya muttered lost in thoughts.

“What?” Jane prodded.

No answer from Freya.

“Let me try,” Leila told Jane. “Can you at least show us what you saw?”Leila asked Freya.

Still no answer from Freya. Leila sighed. Suddenly Freya dove under the water, the others quickly followed her. When they caught up with her they too saw the mysterious creature. This time it saw the three girls. Leila signalled to Jane and Freya to re-surface.

“What is that?”

“Whatever it is it was weird!” suddenly the strange creature surfaced the girls were amazed. It looked like an octopus but it transformed into a little girl with pale skin and white-blonde hair.

“I’m not an it or a that I’m a sea lord and I am certainly not weird!”

“You talk?” Jane asked astonished

“Yes of course I talk!” replied the sea lord “my name is Mako. You must help us to escape this pool. You see that cave on the shore has in evil powers soon they will grow so strong that the whole island will explode! And you mortals can help us to escape to the ocean. Now Freya realized why she didn’t like the cave.

“How can we help you and how long do we have?” asked Freya.

“To the summer solstice, that is when the cave will be its strongest.”

“But that’s ……”

“Tomorrow, yes and you can help by getting the rock that is purple, not far into the woods.

“But that’s not very far from here in the pool. “

“Yes but if sea lords get out of the water they die and turn to dust.”

“Well….” Freya said hesitantly. She looked back at her friends, they both nodded as if to say Mako was to be trusted.

“Ok then,” Freya said. “But we have to hurry, time is running out.” Jane, Leila and Mako all cheered. Freya and her friends got out of the water and headed towards the woods. The three girls went separate ways as to find the purple rock faster. It was Leila that found the rock; she was admiring the magnificent stone when a ghostly being started to stroke her hair. The fingers were that of an old man, long and bony.

“Come with us and you may keep the rock,” said the strange man in a hoarse voice. Leila was terrified, but she stood her ground. “Don’t you love it on this island?”

“No,” she said firmly “I want to go home.” She burst into tears, her friends heard her and came running, the ghostly man vanished into the trees. The girls congratulated Leila and they hurried back to the pool.

Leila asked Mako about the ghostly man that she saw in the woods

“This is bad, very bad,” Mako said worriedly, “You see the man that you saw was a Cumba. The most evil of all spirits. They live in the cave by the water’s edge. The reason that he wanted the purple stone was so that we could not escape. Anyways now, Leila, please place the purple rock against that wall over there then when a hole appears you must swim through it until you reach the ocean, do you understand?”All the girls nodded. Leila submerged and placed the rock against the wall as she was told to. Suddenly a large opening appeared in the wall, all of the sea lords and all of the girls swam to freedom.

“Thank you so much for helping us!” Mako said “if you want anything, you can have it!”

“Well,” said Jane “I have been wanting this really nice pair of earrings for a while ooh and also this really nice pair of shoes and….”

“Stop that Jane!” said Freya in an annoyed tone “Mako, what we would really like is to go back to our homes in Guadeloupe.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes,”

“Very well, sea lords let us return them to Guadeloupe.”

So the sea lords swam with them on their backs and they returned home and everyone was happy.

AUTHOR BIO: 10 yr old Vega Armstrong is a 5th grade student at St. Nicholas primary school. Her teacher Ms. Nicholas has on many occasions commented how wonderful her essays and short stories are written. Vega loves to read and is very creative, and recently illustrated a children book called The Christmas Log. Her Wadadli Pen Challenge 2012 entry, Legend of the Sea Lords takes you on a journey with Freya, Jane and Leila who get caught in a storm at sea. The three young girls find themselves washed up on a mysterious island. When bathing in a plunge pool Freya discovers a strange creature…

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The Adventures of Mr. Coconut by Akeile Benjamin

Once upon a time there was a large coconut tree which grew high on top of a hill in the rainforest.  There on that tree was a bunch of the juiciest coconuts you ever saw.  On a very hot day in the middle of the summer the coconuts started falling.  Among the bunch of coconuts that fell, there was one special nut, who felt he was meant for greatness.

The day he fell from the tree he set out on a mission to find his destiny.  He rolled down the hill and met many creatures, like a frog named Hermey.  Hermey asked, “Hey, what’s your name?”  He said, “My name is Mr. Coconut.”  They both became friends.

Mr. Coconut then met a bird named Twitch.  She was looking for some worms for her babies.  When Mr. Coconut rolled in a dirt patch some worms appeared so she picked them up with her sharp beak and put them in her nest.  She thanked Mr. Coconut and they became friends as well.

As Mr. Coconut continued his journey he soon reached the sea.  He heard someone crying, “help! help!”  so he went and found a crab stuck under a rock.  Mr. Coconut rolled away the rock and set the crab free.  The crab thanked Mr. Coconut and they became friends.  When Mr. Coconut reached the sea, he started to sing his song, “Mr. Coconut Look Out here He Comes. Mr. Coconut Look Out here He Comes.”

He went home and told all the other coconuts about this great adventure.  When night came he went back into his tree and there he lived happily ever after.

AUTHOR BIO: Second Placed Writer in the 12 and Younger age category of Wadadli Pen 2012 is a Fifth Grade Student at the Wesleyan Junior Academy. The illustrations accompanying what the chief judge decribed as “a nice, simple story” were provided by the school.

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Origin by Naleka Beckford

Kieshana was very disappointed when she heard the news that they were moving back to Antigua.  Not that Antigua wasn’t a wonderful magnificent island, the reason was because back in the fourth grade they’d started learning about slavery and when everybody heard about all the horrible things that slave masters did, they grew very racist to Kieshana.  Soon everyone started to hate her.  Although Kieshana wasn’t white she was mixed, it made matters even worse.  When they heard the things white people did, they started to pick fights with her.  Every time she said to leave her alone, they would reply, “or what, you whip us to death?”

Remembering the horrible event made her even more mad.  Too bad, she had no choice because her father, Mr. Philips, was a successful business man until he fell into bankruptcy and lost all his money.  Their only choice was to live with his sister Megan in Antigua.  Soon they felt the cool atmosphere and came to a nice warm tropical climate.  After three months Kieshana went back to her old school and Mr. T. Philips got a job as a bank teller in the town.  Kieshana was soon in her old red, blue and white uniform.  After a week she could tell that the people still hated her for her origin.  She actually thought that they would put it behind them after two years.

Nobody wanted to be friends with her, and she was lonely and outnumbered by twenty nine students which were like the whole class.

A couple weeks passed and everyone forgot about the past and became less hostile until they started to review slavery.  It started all over again, all of her friends left because they were too scared to stand up to the ring leader, Jay.  The thing was that if she brought it to the teachers (who also hated her, except for Mr. Courts) they blamed her and she would get detention.  If that happened she would be in a lot of trouble with her parents who were always pressuring her about the upcoming Common Entrance Examinations.

The only reason the teachers hated her was because Jay was the grandson of Mrs. Walton the meanest teacher whom everyone was scared of. In class, Mr. Courts said they had to write about their origin, the majority of the class glared at Kieshana (as if it meant something).  It was very hard for Kieshana to find something good about her origin without offending Jay, because everything about whites would be offending. (What will she say my origin is white and we like to beat blacks?)  Kieshana almost forgot that she was black from her mother’s side so she wrote on that.

After everyone wrote and read their pieces, the teacher left the room.  Jay and twenty nine students hovered around her desk.  “How can you lie? You are nothing like us.” “How dare you insult me.” “I am mixed you know.” said Kieshana.  “The only thing I see mixed are your hazel eyes,” snorted Jay.  Kieshana gathered all of her confidence. “You’re just insulting yourself and being a racist. You do know that we’re apart of slavery, and, if anything, you’re the true slave master, pushing people around with your power,” she said in a loud confident voice.  The twenty nine children started to consider.  Soon they went over to Kieshana.  “What are you doing, are you going to let some white girl boss you around?” Jay shouted.

One of the boys answered, “We made that decision, and we weren’t forced.”  “Get back here,” Jay screamed.  “Or what?” a girl snorted as they all went back to their seats leaving Jay stunned.

Later that day Jay realized his actions and apologized to everyone.  After a week everyone finally forgave him including Kieshana.

A white girl named Anlea, started the school later that year.  No one was hostile to her.  She even had a lot of friends including Jay.  So in the end the school was once again in harmony and nobody hated each other for their origin.

AUTHOR BIO:  Naleka Beckford, 11, is a Grade Six student at Antigua Wesleyan Junior Academy. Her story, Origin,  which the chief judge said “covers some serious topics in a simplified way”, earned her third place in the 12 and Younger age category of the Wadadli Pen 2012 Challenge.

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