The Adventures of Ezekael
International Christian School, Enoch Lim, Fiction: Group 2
I
, Ezekael the merchant of Nepal, am writing this memoir. In the fine land of Nepal, where I
was born, I beheld a sight. A grand sight indeed! I beheld a large crew of fellow Neapolitan
merchants. The ships docking in the shipyard suggested that they were on a trip to
somewhere, likely to be Egypt; their package hulls seemed sufficient to hold tons of food and
other supplies. The stevedores hollered at the top of their lungs, “Ahoy! “All men get on decks!” I
immediately saw my chance to escape my country! As the flow of sailors, watchmen, and various
other crew members lumbered slowly aboard, I rushed up with them, keeping close to the floor. I
boarded the ship to somewhere, to my fate.
After ten tiresome and lonely months, the ports of Egypt came into view. “Hi ho,” called
the watchmen, “Land coming into view!” I gasped then rushed to change into dark clothes.
Even though it was still afternoon, I realized that it would take until evening to moor into the
dock, as our ship was enormous. I headed down into the hull, where I hid until about dusk. I
snuck out of the boat after everyone had departed. Then, I hired a camel carriage to cart me
off to the Pyramids of Giza. Just as I leaped off the coach, the driver stopped me and handed
me a large knot of rope. What would I use it for? I just thanked him, and ran off. When I got
off, I immediately darted off towards the pyramids. As soon as I arrived at the base of them, I
noticed that the door was opened! I seized my chance to enter, and I stepped into the cold gloom
of the pyramid, and stopping for a moment, I weighed my rope. I hardly felt the hours pass as I,
whistling to myself, trotted through the labyrinth of passages.
Soon, I found myself entering a chamber with a large case, and piles and piles of jewels.
Jewels! And the case. It was very obvious that it was a sarcophagus! I reached out my hand to
touch the cover. My hand was a hair’s width away from the coffin, it popped open abruptly. I
screamed then raced back the way I came. I turned back to behold large coils twitching above the
coffin. I sighed with relief, and returned to the chamber to gaze back down into it. It was empty as
a coconut. Only one tiny gem lay on the case’s bottom. I quickly stuffed the gem in, jammed the
sarcophagus into a stretchy cloth chucked off to the side. I raced outside, hailed a camel carriage
to the harbor, rented a boat, and hastily rowed across the Mediterranean Sea, which cost me about
five days of harsh pumping, and depositing my little boat on the sand on the shore opposite, found
myself in Saudi Arabia. The Saudi Arabians weren’t too friendly a bunch, and they threw me out
in the Gobi Desert. That’s when the bad things began. First, as soon as my journey through the
Gobi began, one of the horses which had been given by the few friendly Saudi Arabians died.
Then, right when I actually began to make progress, my bread ran out. Fortunately, as you might
remember, I still had my gems with me, so I traded several of them with some friendly locals for
their exotic food galore, and proceeded on my journey. I even managed to gain a few well-laying
chickens! Then, the worst tragedy occurred. All of my chickens died, cutting off my supply of
fresh eggs! I decided that there was a curse from the ton of jewels I has stolen. Quickly, I bought
a shovel with my one silver coin, buried the sarcophagus and the gems, and made my way to into
Northern China. I had learned a very valuable lesson: Never, ever steal! It could come off with
very bad consequences!
