I was peacefully flying through the blood-red atmosphere when I spotted a shadowed figure. I decided to go in to take a closer inspection and landed softly on the rickety mask of what looked like it was on a small ship. The wood creaked with fear as if I was going to destroy its perfectly good slumber. Slowly reaching out my claw I started to poke and prod at this strange site. The crimson colour of the sun blinds me as soon as I pluck one of the many strings holding up the grazed sails. My family is waiting for me back at home I thought to myself longingly, and just like that I vanish into the dark clouds leaving the shipwreck to rest. By Nina.
What great description Nina, I love the line "The wood creaked with fear as if I was going to destroy its perfectly good slumber." You have done a great job at leaving clues as to who the narrator is and I had to do lots of inference (reading between the lines) to figure it out!
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