The Magical Golden Hockey Stick, Part II

This summer I am taking a class called Literature in Childhood Education. Basically, it's about children's stories. A recent assignment was to write a story of a hero's quest. And being a hockey freak who missed an entire season, you can guess my topic. This week I'll be posting the story in five parts. I'll return to my old format next week. Enjoy the story of The Magical Golden Hockey Stick!


PART TWO

Jack lived in Vancouver, where he began his quest up the Pacific coastline. He stood on the dock wearing large snow boots and a great big coat. He was waiting for a ferry but it was getting late and most boats had docked for the night.

Luckily, some Islanders were drifting in after catching fish all day. The boat docked and the men unloaded the catch. Then the members of the crew left to go home for the night, but the captain started his boat back up again. Jack said to the Islander, “Sir are you headed north?” The Islander replied, “Why, yes I am, do you need a lift?” Jack told the Islander about his journey and hopped on board.

Jack and the Islander had almost made it to Port Hardy when they felt a rumbling beneath the small boat. Jack looked over the side and was startled. Sharks! Huge, angry Sharks were thrashing and biting at the boat. The Islander grabbed a harpoon and tried to stave them off, but it was no use. The Sharks were unstoppable. The boat filled with water and the Sharks got closer and closer to Jack and the Islander. The boat finally reached the dock and the Islander grabbed Jack and helped him up onto the pier. The ran as fast as they could to dry land as the Sharks devoured the Islander’s boat. He was angry yet relieved to still be alive.

Jack thanked the Islander for his help and continued his journey. He went on hiking up the coastline, sure to stay far enough away from where the Sharks feed. Jack was coming up on the small town of Namu when he became suspicious of the strange tranquility and quiet around him. Something wasn’t right. All of a sudden, a pack of angry Penguins came charging at Jack! He had to think fast. He grabbed a matchbook out of his backpack and set fire to a dead tree lying on the ground. The Flames kept the Penguins away and Jack continued his journey.

END OF PART TWO