Malsis Simon Beaufoy Short Story Competition

Runner Up entry: "Lost at Sea" - Year 5 Girl

"I'm so sick of waiting for Sam. Where is he?" It wouldn't hurt to have a little sail in his boat, thought Hamish. Before Hamish knew it, he was out at sea. The wind was going a bit too fast but Hamish thought he was in control, little did he know the weather forecast said there was going to be a storm. "I love sailing. It's so relaxing," Hamish said out loud to himself. The storm was getting closer and closer. A huge cloud was towering over the little sailing boat.

Suddenly rain came pouring down, the waves were growing by the second. Without warning, Hamish was thrown over board.

Meanwhile back on shore, Hamish's mum went down to the jetty to get him. There she found Sam, Hamish's Friend.

"Sam, where's Hamish? He was supposed to be back over an hour ago!" Shouted Hamish's mum, sounding very worried.

Sam replied with a mouthful of chips, "He was looking after my boat, down by the shore. I just went to go and get some chips. Do you want some?"

"No thank you!" Said Hamish's mum.

They both walked down to the shore and found Hamish and the boat gone.

"He must have gone out in the boat" muttered Hamish's Mum, nearly crying. She took her mobile from her pocket and dialled A.S.R, short for Air Sea Rescue Helicopter. In five minutes, a huge, orange A.S.R. helicopter chuntered over the rough choppy sea. Suddenly, they saw a little boat and a boy hanging on. It must be Hamish! They flew down low. The waves were getting very big. It was starting to thunder and lightning. They put the winch down. Everything was swaying and getting wet. Hamish was losing his grip. The A.S.R. man came down the winch. It was swaying even more now. The A.S.R. man who was down at the bottom of the winch.

"Grab by hand!" he shouted. Hamish lifted up his hand and grabbed it. They pulled him into the helicopter and flew him to hospital.

"I'm so glad you're OK," said Hamish's Mum, tears welling in her eyes.

"I'm never going in a boat ever again," replied Hamish, feeling very sorry for himself.