Descriptive Writing About Fishing

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The morning breeze of Turks and Caicos chuckled throughout our ears as we skidded across the never-ending crystal waters. A clear warm day, and I could already feel the UVA rays burning against my fair skin. I snatched out a snorkel and a pair of black flippers from the compartment that’s under the seat, in the petite boat made for fishing. The oversized groggy goggles covered over half of my face, while an obnoxious tube on the side tangled in my fresh beach hair. Although the look appeared disheveled, I felt confident in my pink bikini and the black flippers that accented it. The sparkling waters lured me in, the ocean cool now rushing over my body from head to toe only to leave me in goosebumps, withdrawing me from the world. Aloof from earth itself, rather exploring the universe of the sea. I dove past the surface, assuring the snorkel is atop of the water level, to …show more content…

I backstroke towards the fishing boat and I am instantly slapped with the fragrance of rancid urine, I climb up the latter attached next to the motor and search around to see dead fish spread across our boat that my brother had just slaughtered with his bloody spear. My stomach barks, I can practically taste the flakey fish filet we will enjoy tonight on our antique dinner table, provided by the resort. I take note of each fish, every one seeming to acquire unique scale patterns no matter what species they belong to. It is if each one was professionally hand painted on a canvas. I take in images of the ocean as if it is seen as the astounding sight of oxygen, never tiring to breathe it, yet essential to have. The reality of the ocean has to do with what is underneath it, it is not just about the surface. The real appeal is found within the waters. It isn’t until you experience the deep of the sea, when you realize that beauty is hidden in the places we never would even think about making

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