The Shepard of Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Children Stories  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a story about Archie the Scottish Shepard who accidentally travels in time. I wrote it when I was 8 or 9 and it was for school, so the ending is rather abrupt.
I'm still quite proud of how I wrote it with no help when I was so young, so I decided to put it on here.

“Baa!” “Get in yer pen ya lazy lummox!” In the beautiful Scottish highlands, a forty year old farmer herded his sheep. He was having trouble with one in particular. “Ach, ye wee little bonehead, get in yer pen!” he shouted as he ran after her. After chasing her around the farm for ages, he ended up picking her up and shoving her in the pen himself. When he was finally done, he brushed all the dirt off his long grey tunic, wiped down his jeans - sheep farming was a dirty and tiresome job - and went for a walk round his farm, thinking as he wandered. It was very lonely at the sheep farm, and Archie didn’t have any friends, any TV, not even a phone. He longed to live in the city, to be free from his farm, but he was too poor. He was no city man; he was just Archie the sheep farmer. How he wished he was rich, how he wished he was – THUMP! His daydream was cut short by something tripping him up. He got up and brushed his longish brown hair out of his hazel eyes. Archie looked down to see what had tripped him up and saw, to his surprise, a small conch shell. He examined it for a few seconds, shrugged, and put it in his pocket. He carried on walking until- THUMP! “Ach, wha’ is i whi’ this farm!?” he shouted, getting up once more. He found it was nothing but three pebbles. He took the conch shell out of his pocket. As the shell got closer to the pebbles, both the conch shell and the pebbles started to tingle and glow, then vibrate. He brought them together until they touched. There was a brilliant flash of white light and a huge explosion. Archie was floating; it was the most wonderful sensation he had ever felt. He was suddenly surrounded by clocks and watches; ancient sand clocks and sundials even strange looking clocks Archie had never seen before. Time was all around him, it was amazing. He zoomed through his life, his birthdays, his first day at school, then he went further. He saw his parents getting divorced, he saw his grandmother die. He cried at all these memories, all of them sad, but then he went even further, delving deep past the 21st century, past the 20th, straight through to the Victorian times. Then he saw light, he was speeding towards it, he couldn’t stop, he was getting closer, closer, not stopping- “AARGH!” THWAK! ***** “W-wake up, you’ll be late, sire.” Someone was shaking him. Archie groaned and opened his eyes. “Wha- what’s goin’ on ere’!” he said, confused. He looked around; he was in a huge bedroom that looked like a King should be sleeping in it. Everything was red and cream, velvet and silk, and if it wasn’t that it was leather. “My, my, sir, your speech has d-deteriorated faster than the Duke of Edinburgh’s money in that b-bet on who can buy the most b-butlers in a week.” said a posh but nervous voice coming from the bedside. Archie looked for the source and found him standing stiffly at the bedside. He was a slim, fifty year old looking man wearing a black tail coat with a pair of matching black trousers. He seemed to have a very nervous personality, since he was either fiddling with his tie or smoothing his shiny black hair back. His little moustache continually twitched. Archie decided to play along. “Oh I’m terribly sorry about that, it’s all this sleep, and worrying about being late for-for- ah see, it’s made me lose my memory now, see? You’d better remind me of your name now, before I forget that too!” he said cunningly, putting on his best English accent. “As you wish sire,” the nervous man sighed, taking a bow. “You need to sail on a ship leaving at 9:00am (in three hours) all the way to the Amazon Rainforest where you will try and make peace with the angry and dangerous tribal Amazonians living near the coast. Oh and my name is Alfred. And just in case, yours is Charles Cartright.” “Well I’d best be getting ready to get sailing, you wouldn’t mind taking looking away as I get dressed would you Alfred?” Archie asked. “Of course not sire. Oh, and by the way, I found these on your bedside table.” He handed Archie the exact conch shell and pebbles he found back at the farm. He took them with relief (they were probably his only means of escape back to his home) and found some clothes to put on. He chose a stiff white collar top, a black waistcoat and a red tail coat, with black trousers, shiny black boots and a black sailor’s cap to top it all off. “Arthur, I’m ready to leave now, I’ll have breakfast on board the ship!” He called, in more of a sailor’s voice this time. “All right sire, I’ll escort you to the ship that you will be captain of now,” Alfred called back. Captain? He thought, I hope this goes alright. ***** “Hoist the sails ye scurvy landlubbers, we’re about to hit land!” Archie was getting pretty good at this sailor thing now; he had almost got his crew to the shores of the Amazon rainforest. “Come on! Drop anchor before we crash!!” he yelled. A storm was raging as the brave sailors struggled to reach the anchor and throw it overboard.

It was havoc: men flying everywhere, getting tossed about by nature’s cruel anger. Half of the crew were already drowned and lost forever, and only three of Charles’ sailors remained. “Come on, work it! WE NEED TO GET THERE! No Jeeves don’t do that - get the anchor, oh no LOOK OUT!” Just as the crew finally got the anchor into the sea, the mast finally gave way and came down with a colossal crash, sending the rest of the crew flying helplessly out to sea. “Oh no, it can’t be, they’re gone, ALL GONE!” He needed to calm down; he ran down the stairs to his captain’s quarters and had a drink of water. After that he ran back up and saw that the ship had stopped. He was about to roll the ladder down when three men climbed on board. They were an Amazon tribe. And they weren’t in the mood for making peace. They had pieces of animal skin tied around their waists, hanging limply off their oily black skin. Their tribal face and body paint was smudged from the sweat coming out of their straggly hair. In a second they were on to him. They pushed him over and the conch shell came out of his pocket and onto the deck. As he rolled away and headed for the other end of the ship, one brave native stepped in front of him. Archie kneed him in the stomach and punched him brutally in the face, knocking him out cold. The second native made a dive for him. Archie ducked, and as the native went flying over his head, he grabbed the native’s foot and sent him somersaulting towards the edge of the ship. The native managed to stay on board and came running after Archie, but he held his ground. He sidestepped at the last moment and whacked the native in the back, throwing him into the deep unforgiving sea. Archie felt something hit him from behind. He toppled and landed heavily on the ship’s grimy floor. When he stood up, he saw the third native speeding towards him. Archie lost his temper. “AARRGH! I AM SO SICK OF YOU NATIVES THINKING YOU CAN JUST WALTZ ON MY SHIP AND TRY TO KILL ME! WELL IT’S TIME, FOR YOU, TO LEAVE!” Archie screamed madly, lashing out violently with his fist. It caught the native square on the cheek with an earth-shattering thud, sending him spiralling off the edge of the ship. Archie had no time to think; he saw the conch shell on the deck and dived for it. He wrenched the pebbles out of his pocket and smashed them and the conch shell together. There was a huge flash of white light and an even bigger bang than before. This time Archie sped upwards much faster than the first time. He saw the light once more and hit it. ***** This time Archie woke up in his own house, back in his own time, lying flat on his back on the floor. He heaved a sigh of relief, sat up and looked around. The conch shell and pebbles were never seen again.


Submitted: December 13, 2010

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