The Impossible Wait, by Fliss Zakaszewska

The gale thrashed the Cornish coast. Morag looked out of her cottage window as the fishing fleet struggled home. Martin’s boat wasn’t there.

The wind intensified to hurricane-force. By morning most of the fleet had been thrown against the harbour. Morag looked in despair – at least their crews were home.

Finally, the wind died down.

“Morag!” Annie ran in, pointing to the bay. Martin’s boat was limping in!

She flew down to the harbour and flung herself at her brother.

He smiled. “Got caught much further out, so I ran for the lee of the island. Reckon that saved ‘Lucky-Star’.”


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