The Last log ⛈ (eye of the storm)

The Last Log

The weather has been inhospitable lately ruthlessly thrashing around at my delicate decks,ambushing my airship.. It is throwing wind  my airship;I had to let my stunning dragon go I couldn’t bear to imagine the consequences that would bestow themselves upon her beautiful turquoise and purple scales. I must become strangers with all my worldly goods, they are to good to be destroyed if my life will be no longer in this world.As I go through this gleaming topaz coloured light.I must throw them in the red orange and yellow raging configuration (fire) I must discharge casting away my goods by throwing my elaborate coffer (box). I have grabbed the ragged and torn stringy rope and tied it so it encircled my oak steering wheel. 

Written by Evie Thomson 6T

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