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The under 12
category was well subscribed and the kids have put a lot of of effort.
Honorable mentions went to Bridget and . The winner is Sam Purdy
(aged 9) for a fantastic story about outsurfing a shark (and poking
it in the eye).
SHARK - by
Sam Pardy (Age 9)
Hi I'm Sam and I'm just going to Ocean Grove to surf the junior
surfing championship in Australia. All my friends are in it too,
it's going to be so cool, but I reckon my mate Max will get to go
on but you know sometimes miracles happen. Two people get to go
on, two girls and two guys. Yesterday we went out at Sphinx to practice
it was beautiful four foot perfect wave for free style you could
even get little barrels. I've got a six foot five board perfect
for Sphinx yesterday. Well here we are.
"Hey Mitch, are you all psyched for the big day?"
"Yep"
"Well come on let's get in the water for a warm up. Wow this
surf rocks. Holy **** there's a shark!!!!!!! "
"Paddle!!"
"But that waves only two foot"
"I don't care there's a shark just there" AHH **** we
missed it we'll have to go for the next one "
"I'm not waiting"
"No don't go yet you'll miss it wow **** "
"Poke it in the eyes, then punch it in the nose"
"What the hell"
"Just do it"
" OK. WHOO BANG It actually worked. Come on he'll be back for
more soon"
"Now this is what I call a wave come on through the tube. Oops!!
There goes the end of my surf board hopefully my surf board doesn't
taste nice "
"why don't you start body boarding?"
"Are you nuts? I'm not sticken' my legs in there."
"That was the best ride of my life out running a shark plus
having wicked fun. Hey judge can we put the contest off until next
week"
"Sure, well I mean a guy just out ran a shark"
" Yeah that was me"
"Holy cow your good"
" Thanks man"
In the over
12's, the Honorable mentions went to Anne and Mark. The Winner was
Ruth - for a well written story that was pure poetry from beginning
to end.
depth_sounds
It's 4:30am. Three days' sail from anywhere. The sun, not yet visible
over the horizon, sill illuminates the cockpit with a glow reflected
from long low rolling waves. I know the time exactly because of
my new watch, which mum gave me yesterday in honour of my first
night-watch on deck alone.
A breeze plays
in the cables and ropes and the boat groans, sings, under the wind.
We keep to one side: me sitting up high, water all around. We are
a pea in the middle of a dark blue bowl. Below deck my family doze
while water courses on around the hull with a lapping, a clicking
tickling sound which carries us all onwards and caresses them to
sleep.
The depth sounder
cheeps. Here, in open ocean, three days' sail from anywhere. I swing
down into the cockpit and stand on the edge of the hatch to bring
my eleven-year-old head high enough to check the instrument properly.
Little red numbers on little dark screen tell me we have only six
feet of water below the keel.
"Wake up!"
I shout, and bang on the main hatch to mum's cabin.
"What's up?" she snuffles, muffled in blankets. It's only
half an hour into my watch. I feel sheepish. She gets up though,
joining me on deck to peer into the water below us.
Marks and whorls
underneath the surface resolve into white dots on a background of
blue-on-blue. Something smooth, streamlined, something as big as
the boat itself, is gliding right underneath us, six feet below
the keel. "A whale shark" breathes mum, in wonder. She
reaches over to hold my shoulder and we watch as the massive quiet
thing moves on and down, dark blue mottled skin disappearing into
the depths as the sun rises.
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