A Rival Ship

One clear morning, a sailor shouted from the top.

"A ship! Another ship is coming behind us!"

We all looked back across the blue water.

A dark ship was moving fast toward us.

Its sails were bigger than our white sails.

"That is the Iron Shark," Captain Vela said.

"Captain Kane is chasing us right now."

His ship was faster than ours on the open sea.

"Their ship is stronger, but we are smarter," she said.

The Iron Shark was getting closer every minute.

"Turn toward the rocks!" the captain shouted.

"Their ship is heavier and cannot go there."

We were sailing between the sharp gray rocks.

The water here was shallower than the open sea.

Kane's ship was too big for the narrow path.

It was slowing down behind the tall rocks.

"Our ship is smaller, so we are winning," Bran said.

I was watching the Iron Shark grow smaller.

Soon it was far behind us in the mist.

"Sometimes small is better than big," the captain smiled.

My heart was still beating very fast.

"Kane is angry now, but we are safe," she said.

We were sailing on toward the misty island.

I felt proud of our clever little ship.