Jack stood out side the rebuilt church with the old vicar and a bucket of motorcycle polisher. “It looks good Jack. Well better than it did,” chuckled the vicar. It had been 9 months since the fire at Shipwreck Bay.
Jack was polishing his old friend because he was taking it down to Manuka flats with his blood red bandana and his oil skin coat to show all his mates. "Are you going to walk it down or ride it?" "What do you think?” said Jack. Roar!!!!!
Jack lay on the soft sand, sitting beside what used to be the body of the Katipo. Frightening thoughts started to appear in his brain. Just then a voice interrupted his thought.
“Jack breakfast is ready!” said his dad. He could already taste the melted butter. As he dreamily walked up the steps he thought to himself “finally free at last”. Jack was right, Jack Talbot had stepped out of the shadows for the first time in 2 years.
Jack Talbot, the Katipo was a free and young man. As he was gliding in the air on the top of the hill, a sunrise was coming. As the sun rose Jack heard a voice below. The voice said “Jack time for breakfast”. It was the Vicar and his friends.
As he emerged out of the shadows Jack said this in his head “one year it has been, one year since I have had an adventure, one year I have been the Katipo and one year since the Katipo first… rode… again!”