ow! That hurts!" he screamed. "well, don't move then!" replied fizza.
She watched as fletcher tied the thin man's hands and feet together with a rope and then she looked our to sea. The lights from the kidnapper's boat were getting much closer, making the horses run away. "What are we going to do when that boat gets here?" she asked fletcher. "Yeah!" said the fat man though a mouthful of sand. "What are you going to do"
"It's ok" said fletcher. "It's going to be ok." In truth, fletcher was beginning to get a bit worried, too. However, just at that minute they heard a familiar voice. "fletcher?Is that you?" "Dad" richard mcIntyre appeared out of the dark. behind him was fizza's dad ,imran,and farther back,two of his carriage drivers.