Dane

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        CAPTAIN TORY He swung his lantern three times and then the schooner appeared.  This was the first time that Timmy and his Dad had seen the boat. It had a mysterious look to it; it had strange kind of look to it.

 As the boat docked into port they waited to see who it was that was on the ship. An hour had passed and no one had come out. So Mr Malakian decided to investigate the boat. They went all around the boat but they couldn’t find anyone.

 “I don’t like this boat.” Whispered Timmy ”It’s scary”  “Neither, lets go.” Said Mr Malakian.

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> Just as he said that he heard large explosive sounds coming from the dock. The large noise brought out a lot crew members from inside the ship. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “Come on lets go!!!” Shouted a large deckhand <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “No you can’t go now!” Exclaimed Mr Malakian <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “If we don’t go now we’re going to die!” Said the deckhand

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> So as the boat sailed off into the ocean Mr Malakian conveniently found a barrel to hide in. When they reached the open seas the captain came down to address them.

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “My names Captain Tory Livesinboat” Said Captain Tory “So um. Who are you exactly? ” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “I'm Daron Malakian and this is Timmy. But when are we going to turn back to go send me home?”

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” laughed Captain Tory”We protected you from those Russians that were out to get us, which means you serve us as a part of our crew forever.” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “But those Russians didn’t even want to kill me!” Exclaimed Mr Malakian. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “Well they do now because you’re a part of my crew.” Said the Captain <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “So you have to help us escape the Russians and assassinate their leader, if you do that then maybe I’ll think of letting you go back.” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> Mr Malakian didn’t have much of a choice. He agreed

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> So they sailed all round the world trying to find information on their mystery man until they were tipped off by a polar bear when they hit an iceberg to travel to Moscow in search of the Russian leader. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “This man is proving very elusive” said Mr Malakian. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “Aye” agreed the Captain “But it’ll all be worth it when you can go home.” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “Hmm, home.” Said Mr Malakian

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> It had been 6 months since Mr Malakian had joined the crew and he had become rather good friends with Captain Tory and the crew, he wondered if he did want to go, he kind of liked the pirate life after the time he was there.

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> The bear told them that the leader would be in his secret safe house in the outskirts of the city. The only thing stopping them was a private army of about 50 mercenaries, C4 Landmines, Waffle boxes to fade all communication units and the latest security. All that against 10 men, it would be tough.

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> They approached the building armed with just C4 and a rifle each. The Captain dropped the first guard and Mr Malakian got the second one. Then the Captain went up to the building and planted his C4 charges around the building. Then a large cracking sound similar to the one Mr Malakian heard on the boat.

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> Then they saw a couple of mercenaries carrying the captain, who was wounded, up the stairs. Suddenly things got a lot harder especially when the only detonator for the C4 is a fingerprint activated detonator. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> As they went up the stairs some of the men got caught by a guard and we told to lie down so Mr Malakian got behind him and used his garrotte wire. Quieter than a whisper. As they got up the stairs they could see the blood marks to show where he had been dragged. They took out about 5 more guards when they reached the room.

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> They could just see the Captain, they looked pretty serious interrogating him. The only way they could get all the mercenaries is with a trick shot at exactly the right angle to get all three and avoid hitting the Captain or they could run in there and blow their heads off. The second option sounded better.

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> They went in shot all three heads off, rescued the Captain killed the rest of the guards blew up the building and destroyed everything.

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “Well that was rather easy.” Said Mr Malakian joyfully. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> “Did anyone actually check to see if they actually got the leader?” asked the Captain.

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> Everyone just looked at each other waiting for a response. It didn’t come. Just then they turned around to see the leader with a RPG. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: -1.15pt; margin-top: 0cm;"> He fired.

The End

This is the Vocabulary This is my book in a bag Our task was to create a abstract piece of art. Mine is called Hippy T.V
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Digital Poetry Books

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 * __Blabber Self Assessment__**

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 * __Explanation Podcast__**

My first task was to create an avatar (weemee) that had certain characteristics of myself. I then had to record my explanation of how the ... works. I rehearsed my presentation before I recorded it in garageband. I then used imovie to create my podacst that included my avatar and my audio presentation. I also learnt how to embed and resize my podcast onto our wikispace. Check out my podcast ...

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 * __Letter Writing (Postcards__**)

Our task was to create a postcard. We had to choose a country and a city that had three popular tourist attractions. We used the street view layer on google earth to tour our locations. We had to take note of what the weather was like at each location, and then we used wikipedia to find out some interesting facts about our locations. We drafted an informal letter (postcard) to a friend back in New Zealand telling them of our visit to our chosen city.






 * __Slice of Life Recounts__**

We were given the task of writing a recount based on a personal experience. I chose to write one on the luge Our writing focus was on using descriptive language. We had to include a range of similes, metaphor and personification. We were given 4 options on publishing our recounts.

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I was waiting up the top of the mountain just waiting for the perfect time to go down the slope. I was waiting for the perfect time to go down the massive hill. I waited for the perfect conditions, then after five minutes all the clouds had just drifted away and there was a cool summer whisting round my ears. As I get my helmet on and get in to the line I start to think about how fast I will be going. Then I hear a familiar voice, my brothers voice. "Hi Dane!" yelled my brother. "What are you doing here" I exclaimed."Why aren't you with Mum and Dad?" "Because they said I could." my brother explained.

As there is no point in arguing with Mum and Dad because once they have decided on something they wont change their mind so I agreed to take him. Once I got in i forgot about my brother completely untill he speed round the corner as fast as a jet. As I am very competitive I started to chase him. I was as fast as a drag car.

A few corners later I saw my brother and I was determined to beat him. Or at least bump him off the track. Hellbent on beating him I went as fast as I could. It was so fast everything started to blur. Them I started to try and shunt him off the track but after two hits he got aggressive and started to whack me off the track. I started to lose balance when cornering but I could see the finish but in desperation he hit me as I went round the corner. I could feel myself tipping over to the side and then I fell. I looked down at my arms to find out that they were covered in blood then I looked back at a trail of blood going back about a metre and then I passed out.

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Our task was to find out about extreme weather in one of four climate zones. Polar Zones, Temperate Zones, Sub-Tropic Zones. We used Glogster to publish my work. I did mine on polar zones.
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