SSANZ

We walk up and down the sand paper like deck. Scritch scratch our shoes went. Rastus and Jan untied the boat from the wharf. Rastus shifted the boat into gear and the motor roared. We slowly crept away from the wharf. In a minute we are out in the Bay. The waves lapped softly against the side of the boat. The Arun dropped its anchor half way out the Bay.
“ Hey party poppers!” I yelled.
“They are for the start of the race” replied Mum.
One of the men on the Arun had a start horn. 5 minutes - beep. 4 minutes - beep. 3 minutes - beep. 2 minutes - beep. 1 minute - beep.
GO!! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
The yachts sped off.
“Go Truxton!”
“Go Surreal!”
We Pulled all our party poppers.
“Man this is awesome.”
The time sped along with us.
“It’s time to go home now.” 
“No”
As we came home we played standing long jump. It was smashing fun.
“See you yachts in another 21 years”  

By Storm