The Fifth Voyage
"My fifth voyage was made on a trade ship that I owned. Some merchants made them ready to be my companions.
We soon set sail. After many days, we threw anchor at a deserted island.
There I discovered a roc's egg as I had seen on my second voyage. One showed it to my other companions.
One of them noticed it was about to hatch.He took his axe and asked the others to break the roc's egg. I advised them not to do so but all in vain.
They broke the roc's egg, took the hatchelling, roasted it and ate it up. Just as they finished eating the roc's egg, the parent birds flew in. We saw them from far and all of us rushed to the ship in panic.
In minutes, our ship was sailing on the sea waters. But to our horror, we saw the rocs following our ship overhead. They held huge rocks in their claws which they dropped on our ship. As the rocks hit the ship, it broke into pieces and sank with all my companions on board.
By sheer luck I survived when large waves swept me on to the shores of an island.
On the island I rested for a while and then ate some wild fruits that grew there. As I went around looking for some inhabitants on the island, I saw an old man sitting by a stream. His hairs were long and a long beard covered his cheeks. He had a blank look on his face. He looked weak and haggard.
I approached him and asked him if I could help him. He signed to me and asked to be lifted on my back to help him cross the stream. I obliged but after a while he tightened his hold around my neck that I nearly choked and fainted.
When I regained consciousness, the old man was still clinging to me. Then he signalled me to get up and walk to some fruit trees. I plucked the fruits for him. Thus he ordered me around all the time, even when I slept. I realized my life was in danger so I thought of finishing off the wicked old man.
I found some grapes when the old man was sleeping. I took their juice in a large seashell and left it hidden under a small bush.
A few days later, I tasted the juice and it had turned into wine. I took the seashell full of wine before the old man. I sipped it and exclaimed, "Ah! It's the sweetest wine I've ever tasted."
The wicked man signalled me to give him the remaining wine. He drank all of the wine and was drunk senseless. Soon his hold on my back loosened and he set me free.
I quickly picked up a heavy stone and struck the old man's head and he fell down dead. Short Stories for Kids - Moral Stories – English Short Stories for Children - Moral Stories for Kids - Stories for Kids - Funny Story for Kids - Scary Stories for Kids - Really Funny Short Stories - Bedtime Stories