Creative Writing: My Hero's Journey

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It was a eerily cold night. The storm ripped at the sailor's face. The wind and sea howled almost calling for a soul on the ship to join those already lost in the sea. the crew ran to and from tying cargo down. the ship tossed like a toy boat in a pond and passengers stuggled to stand as their vessel rocked back and forth. The sailor wondered in his head “why am i out here in the howling wind and rain in the middle off the ocean when i could be working as a cotton factor, sleeping in a comfortable house with better pay and less risk”. He pulled his slicker tight around his neck as he grumbled about his situation. He had been promised a job working for a cotton factor agency but was shafted because a current higher end employee’s son had decided he would give his father’s line of work a shot. Consequently our sailor would be forced to sail for a season and for the next harvest season to come around. He hated being a sailor,but he needed a way to support himself. …show more content…

Our sailor rushed to help them. Through the wind and rain he yelled for them to get below deck while he took care of their luggage. The mother thanked our sailor and said a silent prayer of gratitude for the sudden aid from this man who was a stranger to her. The ran below deck to their cabin and began to dry off. During this time on deck the sailor continued to help the other passengers. You see he hated being at sea but because of the way he was raised he still tried to do the best that he could to please his employers and those he served. Unlike some of his crew mates that seemed only interested in helping themselves. Then, suddenly, there was a shriek. A man by the name of John Howland had been tossed over the railing and his wife was screaming for help, but all the sailors seemed much more interested in securing the

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