We walked down into the bustling docks, stinking of long dead fish and
seaweed. We walked past the decreped old fishing boats and their
owners, all with rotting wooden lobster pots and old rope nets. The
huge ship was moared in the harbour, its ancient gangplank rested
lightly on the hole filled pier. Mr Cheese, our navigator, stood at
the top polishing his peg leg, while Meet-Hook stood behind working on
yet another wax painting. Otis and Carla ran up the gangplank and
began to load the crates of sugar and cotten from the plantations into
the hold. While I, our captain, Guybrush Threepwood, mighty pirate and
fearless leader walked upto the bridge and serveyed the sea around.
The Caribbean sea shone crystal clear in the bright rays of the Sun. I
could see the glorious coral and all it's colourful inhabitants the
turtles, the fish and the sharks allswimming around gracefully going
about their buisness. Fish eating coral, bigger fish eating smaller
fish and sharks genrally eating everything and everyone that got in
their way. I could see and smell the reeking slave ship coming slowly
over the horizon from the continent of Africa illegally smuggling more
slaves for the greedy plantation ownwers. We lukily were only employed
to carry cargo, no people. We were taking the sugar and cotton to the
English port town of Liverpool, where it would be sold and taken
across the country.
"Time to sale Mr Cheese," I called from the bridge. "Aye, aye Sir,"
replied Mr Cheese. He walked over, his footsteps really were very
comical, I could hear Otis and Carla sniggering from the hold, Thud,
Clunk, Thud Clunk went his feet. He took hold of the weel and
Meet-Hook raised the sails with his great strength. Mr Cheese slowly
turned the weel and steered the ship out of port. "We'll have to pay
for that when we get back!" yelled Otis as Mr Cheese crashed the boat
through pier behind us. "Oops!" he yelled.
We eventually got out of the port after much crashing and bashing into
Cole could the muzzled sound of the boat that Edwin would arrive on. To take them of that island that Cole had spent a whole year on. Cole and peter sold back and admired Cole and Peter’s totem poles. That they had finished, they were super proud of it like it was supposed to be in a museum.
“Packed Densely, Like Herrings” is a story about the struggles that indentured servants had to go through to get to the new world.
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
Brock awoke to the sound of a trumpet. He was ready to get training. Brock put on his long johns, pants, shirt, coat, and hat. Then he slowly walked out of his tent. When he walked out he was greeted by Major General Wayne. He said, “Follow me i'll show you where you will be training.” Brock followed him for a about a mile until they walked into a large field with hundreds of saddled horses, and about 80 other men. Major General Wayne said,
“Men, for many of you, today is your first day training as a Knight of Camelot,” said Prince Arthur to the group standing before him. “And be grateful you’re not stuck in a torrential downpour as I was on my first day of training here on this very field. The sun is shining and I plan to work you hard.”
I have received your letter, are the children healthy and well? How are you lately? Have you been sick recently? I am fine, well, as right as one is capable of being over in this land. I have thought of you every second of every day, there is not one moment I have forgotten about you. I just wish to be back home again. Last time you said that Henry was feeling slightly ill, I have some medicine stashed away in the bottom cupboard near the grand clock. If he shall start to feel very poorly, you may go there and find him medicine. You will know which one it is once you see it, I do not want Henry to turn out like poor Will did.
I ran back up to the bridge and the crew followed, I got onto the radio and sent out an S.O.S. signal plus tried to call for help but the coms where down and the antenna was frozen...Everything was frozen. Our location was 5 miles from the Diomede island, I sent Serga and Jack to get the harpoons on deck because when the deck freezes we use them to chip the ice off so the men are able to work without ice falling on them. The crew and I met on deck, we discussed a plan to go and find help. I said that Jack, Serga and Colson will go and try to reach Biomede island and get help. They will take the harpoons, tents and some blankets. They took the harpoons for protection incase they run into unwanted guests. The rest of us will try to fix the radio
It deals with the travels of John Emmanuel Ocansey. Ocansey’s travel began on 28 April, 1881 through a British ship, the S S Mayumba. He starts his journey from the gold coast to reach his destination Liverpool. There was a deal between John’s father; William Narh Ocansey and Liverpudlian Commission agent, Robert W. Hickson. William Narh Ocansey was a successful merchant of palm oil whose business was to export palm oil to England. This substance was used in Europe for manufacturing of soap and candles. It was also used as lubricants for machines and railway stock. The demand for palm oil was rapidly increasing in England. To improve his trade William thought of purchasing “a steam launch, like the ones owned and operated by the
London was able to depict the sheer volume of inventory they had on the ship by saying the “trade-room was packed full of shells [and] it was a miracle that the sailors could work her…they simply climbed back and forth along the rails” (London 101). When deconstructing this scene, one can see that the inventory serves two different purposes. First, is provides the readers with imagery so that they can mentally picture the debilitating amount of cargo they had on the boat. At the same time it emphasizes the resilience of the crew and how they were able adjust to these new obstacles in order to work the ship. London utilized this scene to show the dualistic nature of the American people as, in one instance, it showed America’s fascination in living in excess, but at the same time, he was able to show the resilience and adaptability to overcome difficult tasks at
The disturbance of the waves cause the seagulls to take flight squawking with dismay. A horse’s drawn carriage is heard approaching in the distance by the sounds of clopping as it hits the asphalt pavement. The wheels of the carriage make a subtle screech as it strains to a stop. A man with a microphone proceeds to energetically recite the historic significance of the harbor to its patrons. While the banter from the patrons and man with a microphone dies down; wild clicking and snapping of camera marks the commencement to the next destination.
The setting for this novel was a constantly shifting one. Taking place during what seems to be the Late Industrial Revolution and the high of the British Empire, the era is portrayed amongst influential Englishmen, the value of the pound, the presence of steamers, railroads, ferries, and a European globe.
The towering, forsaken structures engulfed the winding highways in their umbra. The streets, once cluttered with commuters walking to and fro from work now suffocated by a plague of vehicles. The sound of leaves and the debris from the crumbling skyscrapers could be heard for miles through the slashing wind, bringing nothing but pain and torture to those in its path. Without the sounds of humans the city felt even lonelier and without warmth. A monstrous clock tower stood at the end of one canyon-like street, the giant black hands forever stuck at noon.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
The apparent talk in “Cargoes” is about ships and their shipments, but is there a deeper meaning? Do the ships symbolize the riches of the modern, medieval, and contemporary world? These questions can be answered throughout the poem and digested with a deeper meaning. The Quinquereme, Spanish galleon, and the British coaster deteriorated rapidly throughout the poem. When comparing the Quinquereme and the British coaster the difference is obvious. Each critic makes a point of making the ships stand out in the poem. Jhan Hochman and Bruce Meyer agree that the British coaster is dirty and carrying daily goods needed in life. The wealth throughout the centuries digresses, but both Jhan Hochman and Bruce Meyer believes that this poem has more than just wealth implemented inside. The poem loosely resembles the story of the three wise men. Each of the wise men brought different goods back to their king. Masefield uses the Quinquereme, Spanish galleon, and British coaster to symbolize the wealth throughout each century, the poem also relates back to the biblical story of the three wise men.
One of the most unique creatures are fish. As I am sitting here in my room, my fish are swimming about with not a care in the world. I wonder what it would feel like to be a fish.