Creative Writing: Empire Island

“Okay Max, it’s your turn. Climb on in,” the captain said as he broke the silence on the boat. It was clear that my turn was at that moment, but I didn’t respond.
“Max!” he shouted abruptly.
I replied as if he were a war General, and gave him all of my attention, “Yes sir!”
He was quick to reply, “Climb down that ladder and get in the water,” the captain roared.
I didn’t respond. As I slowly strolled toward the old, rickety looking ladder, my heart literally began to beat out of my chest.
The ocean was settled that day, but my body mind, and heart, were not so settled. The rest of the people on board began to get impatient with me. I was truly terrified, but it was time to conquer my biggest fear.
“Fine,” I murmured.
I put on my goggles,

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As I climbed down the dirty yellow ladder, the bottom of my foot collided with the ocean. At first, the water felt good, but eventually I began to get a bit chilly, even though I was wearing my wetsuit. The cage I was putting myself in looked fairly modern. It was glass all around, whereas a typical shark cage would be all metal bars. The fact that the glass was eight inches thick, relieved my stress a little bit, because originally I thought I would be stuck in the ocean with barely any protection against these massive predators.
“How’s it feel boy?” Captain Griffin asked.
“A bit chilly, how long do I have until my oxygen gets low?” I asked, my voice sounding whimsical because the mask covered up my

I’m not going to lie, I was extremely scared when I said those four words. Toss in the bait. I would go on to remember those words for the rest of my life. My heart, still beating a mile a minute, had begun to beat faster and faster. I began to question myself, why would I tell the captain to put bloody, smelly, dead bait in the water next to me? As I was still doubting my horrible decision, I saw this massive amount of guts and big chunks of cut up fish flowing into the waters like it was its own waterfall.
“Here she comes!” Griffin said with what sounded like an evil laughter.
I glanced around. No sharks had come up to feast on this free meal yet. I whispered to myself, “Oh, this isn’t so bad!” Utrup 3 For about fifteen minutes, I stood and watched the bait gradually sink towards the bottom of the ocean. Just before the largest piece of bait got out of my sight, a smaller reef shark came up to snag the bait. That certain piece of bait had been just the right size for that shark, but now that I had relaxed a little bit, I was ready for a bigger shark to come