My skin was pounding like a fish heaved out of the water. My thin paper skin flapped in the wind, I knew that the bottle had opened to let me free. I was made from the finest tree shavings and produced into the highest quality paper. A young man bought me one day to write a letter to his beloved on the other side of the world.
He must have missed them, I could feel the pen digging into me and his tears staining me. He kept me sandwiched in his pockets for a long time before throwing me out to sea.
I'm not sure where I was heading but the winds guided me to different places, I travelled from dry deserts to cold continents. They called it Antarctica and I was trapped in between icebergs and cold winds for several years before I set off on my journey again. I travelled many miles across foreign lands and saw many spectacular sights.
Until .. One night a storm attacked the sea. The battle was so fierce that the thunder shuddered in the sky. I woke up to the screeches of a young girl, she stared at me in awe before opening me. I felt a rush of fresh air as she opened the bottle. I had been breathing the same dry air for so many years and I was grateful to feel alive again after such a long time. She began reading my secret;
How are you? I am well. I have travelled across the globe to fight the enemies that had killed so many lives. I may not return so this may be the last you hear from me. I am only doing my duty for our country. I have missed you and our children terribly.
She stopped reading and tears were clinging from her eyes. She wiped them away quickly, and read the address scrawled on the back of me. 'United Kingdom' it said. She threw me back into the never ending ocean. As I was floating away, I saw tall skyscrapers lining the sky and twinkling stars above me. The lights in the city shone brightly and reflected in the water. The skyscrapers grew smaller into the distance and my heart sunk as I knew a long journey was awaiting me...
I found myself riding along with many coloured fish until there was a sudden rush and I could feel the ground closing up on me. We were being captured by fishermen and I was being drawn slowly out of the sea. I fell on my side along with all the wriggling fishes.
A fisherman picked me up and raised his eyebrow. He unscrewed the cork and as he sat down and read, I could hear him gasp. His face was astonished. The next morning we reached ashore and the fisherman eagerly clasped me in his hand and waved me in the air. 'Mother, mother, it is a letter from father, come quickly'.