Fire Knife

W.A.L.T: Explore how different cultures produce music

This term for topic, our class is learning more about tongan culture. But for this DLO, we could use any object used in dances or to make music in any pacifica culture.

This object isn't used to produce music.

The Last Adventure of James Tibbywinkle

For the Past Week in Writing, and the last week of the Term, we are doing a narrative on a key. We got to choose 1 out of many keys, and write a story about what it opens. I found it difficult finding ideas, like how to make the rest of the Main Characters life miserable. I will try to improve on my ideas next time. This is a really engaging activity, that you should try yourself.

The Last Adventure of James Tibbywinkle

Back in the day I used to be one of the world’s most famous archaeologist adventurers, James Tibbywinkle, a charismatic, cheerful and brave soul, with my partner Diane Jones. That was just the persona I went by in public though. No one else knew this, but I was a highly trained mercenary getting paid millions by the government to find priceless artifacts hidden all over the world, until one day I went on an adventure that would end my career.

It was the year 2076. The president, John Johnny Johnson, had sent a group of 17 archaeologists to explore a newly discovered cave. One found a key laying on a pedestal and called the rest of the group over. The one who found the key said “I picked up the key from the pedestal, then the floor started falling beneath our feet, I dashed for the entrance and barely got out alive. I was on the surface waiting for everyone else to come out, but… no one else escaped.” Another group of archaeologists studied the key and found that there was a large piece of paper hidden inside, it seemed to be a map. The president sent his best, the only person fit for the job, me, to follow the map and investigate what the key unlocks.

I was taken on a helicopter with my partner to Egypt. From there we followed the map to the middle of a desert, and found a door in the sand. We opened the door, then there were some stairs leading deeper, we went down and found another, larger door with a large lock, where the key would fit perfectly. I put the key in and twisted, the door opened. We stepped in, but when we went further and the door slammed behind us, we ran back but the door was sealed off by the wall. “Guess we’re trapped here for all eternity” Diane said “No, there has to be a way out, we just have to explore a bit more.” I replied.

As we explored, there were twists and turns, dead ends and we ended up in the same place over and over again, it was an endless maze. As we made our way through the large maze, I felt the presence of something else nearby. Slap… slap… slap… It sounded like bare feet walking on the foul red ‘muddy’ floor “What is that sound?”, slap… slap… slap… slap, slap, slap, slap slap slap slap slap slap slap. I looked back “MIN  YUJRIW EALAA DUKHUL NAESHIATY?!” A giant crocodile man hybrid came running towards us, “RUN!” “Wha-?!” I threw Diane on my shoulder and dashed forward.I doubted that we’d lose it by just running away so I took out my .32 caliber pistol and put a few rounds in its face BAM BAM BAM, but that just slowed it down, so I took 2 rights a left and a right, another left, 2 rights and a left. “It seems like we lost it.” I said, “So it seems, hey looks like someone else has been here before us!” Diane replied. I looked down and saw a skeleton. “He’s holding something…” I said “Did you just assume their gender?” I tugged on their bony hands to get the piece of paper they were holding out, I ended up pulling their arm off “Good enough, oh and sorry.” The piece of paper was yet another map. “Looks like this map shows the directions to the real exit!”

As we followed the map to the exit, the ‘mud’ got thicker and was up to my knees, harder to move in, as if it were coagulated, and it seemed to be a darker red, then I realised that it wasn’t mud at all. “Hey Diane…” “What?” “I just noticed that we’re walking in a pool of coagulated blood!” She looked down and gagged, but managed not to puke on me. We went faster, and finally, FINALLY, we made it to the exit. She ran in front of me “Hurry up slowpoke!” I caught up with her, we called for the helicopter and waited for an hour, I decided to take a swim. I sas trudging in the blood looking for some kind of treasure, when the monster came back.

It rose behind me from the pool of blood, and pounced on me, I took out my gun and shot it in the eye ,pew, It roared, and said “HAL TAETAQID ‘ANAK YMKN ‘AN TAQTALANAY?!” and started tugging on my leg, then tore it off. I screamed in pain “FUDGE MUFFIN!” “James!” I shot it in the snout, pew, it roared and tore my other leg off. “OOF! Diane! GO GET SOME HELP!” As soon as I said that the Helicopter came in. I could hear the sound of automatic fire, poompoompoompoompoom, “Rargh!” The Demongator said “Hadha lays akhar shay' satarah miniy…” then it backed away into the darkness of the Labyrinth. I ripped off both my sleeves to stop my stumps from bleeding.

After that they took me to a hospital, where they fixed my wounds, but didn’t give me any legs. Now, 2 decades late, I’m stuck in a resting home with Diane as my only company.