Narrative Writing-The Haunted Ship.

 Narrative Writing-The Haunted Ship.

Today in class I did Narrative Writing and made a story. A Narrative Writing is like an event.  Read my story and tell me about it in the comments.  

On a normal day  Raider (The main character) went outside of his house. His Great Grandpa John  told him a story about an abandoned ship that crashed in the 1880’s. It was called  The No Mercy Ship because the ghost  wanted to be cool. 

Any ways he went for a swim in the lake but then he heard a voice. IT WAS A GOAT. The second time there were many voices . He came out of the water. He knew he heard something.  

When he was swimming underwater he found a ship. He swam to the surface immediately then he found the No Mercy Ship from a distance. He saw someone standing up but his skin was rotten. Raider swam up and got on the ship. Just kidding, how is a 9 year old kid  gonna get on a ghost ship when humans can’t  touch ghost stuff. That's stupid.  

I stared at the ship from the lake house and there were other pirates working on the ship. I swam to the other side of the ship. What did you think the captain was doing? looking for fish or mermaids or just sleepwalking. He was asleep. The ship started to move. I was  angry because my thumbs hurt because he has been swimming for the last 2 hours  and I couldn’t swim any more but Never Give Up.  

The stupid moving ship was going to Raider’s  house. Raider thought they came for tea. The neck minute. ‘Fire!!!’ said the Captain.  The Captain said hurry up and fire!!! One of the pirates said ‘ Are you stupid? We’re ghosts, why can’t we shoot our bombs at Abraham Turkish Lincoln’s White house for?’ Then the captain replied ‘ Alright go book us tickets on JetStar then. Think man’.  

I went back to the house when they found a ugly  thing inside the lake. Squidward. Did you know what I was about to do? I know what you're thinking. Jam on Fortnite for an hour. An hour later. Now let's back to the story. 

The ghost was still here but they had zillions of money I don’t know why. But then I saw George Washington. They were doing an exchange. I heard George Washington say you give me the money and I'll get you a Big Mac. Deal. Deal. I laughed, then I called the popo I mean police. When they arrived the ghost was already at McDonalds no one believed me, only my Grandpa. If those ghosts come back I'll grab my  broom and smack them on the butt.  But they won’t feel it. Stupid. THE END. My opinion is that this story was funny. This was long but fun. Do you know what Narrative Writing is?