Tim+Rutledge

__**Term One, Piece One**__

__**Mr Hollom**__

I walked slowly towards little Blake, my hands quivering in my jacket pockets. The sound of my boots- clip clop clip clop- was the only noise that broke the deathly silence. My heart was pumping as if I was being whipped, but I forced myself to breath evenly. No one was going to stop me. Blake started talking to me but I wasn’t listening. His words were turning into a long string of gibberish. I knelt down to pick up a cannonball, cradled the icy ball of death in my hands, stepped onto the railing of the ship, and leapt into the endless black.