In the rusty old ship where the poor old convicts were kept, was the worst journey I was in. My name is Annie and I had stolen a loaf of bread and two buttons but back then I was living on the street because my ma and pa had passed away. As the ship swayed side to side I saw my friend was paralysed in fear when The Lady Penhryn tore apart like a horrible tsunami. I grabbed wood to use as a float. As we were stranded in the sea a tiny spec grew larger and larger so I realised we were going to be alright.
Ella (aged 10)