I am in the middle of an ocean. I don't know how I got here, or who I even am. I am on a small boat, wearing tattered clothing. I am covered in cuts bruises and I feel sick to my stomach. It is freezing and I am soaking wet. There is blood on me and I am so thirsty.... I am surrounded by 343,423,668,428,484,681,262 gallons of water in all the oceans, with not a drop to drink. Somehow I can't bring myself to know what that number even is.... The winds are picking up, and I have just realized how skinny and frail I am. I can hardly move. I can barely breathe. I realize my starving battered self is too far gone. I lie on the small boat slipping in and out of consciousness. I can feel the waves crash on the boat. I'm too far gone to care. Somewhere in between closing my eyes and losing my senses forever, I feel myself be swept by a wave into the ocean and fall through cold, dark, nothingness.... …show more content…
I felt like there was a weight on my chest, making it difficult to breathe. Oddly enough, even though I still felt like I was underwater, I was warm. My eyes fluttered open only to snap shut again. I must be dead, because there is no way I am living. I specifically remember drowning. Then why was there a man on me hitting my chest? Ow. That really hurt, Ow. Stop it !! There are bruises there !! I then realized I wasn't speaking at all. There was still water in my lungs. I couldn't breathe. Suddenly I could hear the voice, I presume belonging to the
Deep inner thoughts that no one wants to tap into. The speaker is accepting the idea of death in the ocean through his unconscious, but his conscious mind is trying to push back and begin the “measured rise” (Hayden 4) back to the surface.
I am on a ship, coming toward America. We are in the Pacific Ocean, right now. Splash! The boat just tipped. Pop! The boat is snapping in half….
John James Rambo was born on July 6th, 1947 in Bowie, AZ, to a Navajo father and Italian American mother. Not much is known about his younger life. What is known is that at the age of 18, he enlisted in the US Army on August 6th, 1964. After a successful deployment to South Vietnam, he returned to the US and to train with Army Special Forces.
I awake to nothing but a dark space. My hands are strapped down and my neck put in a brace. I wonder to myself, “Why am I here? what happened to me?” All I can think about is my last memory.
It was a warm rainy June night the humidity was high which made it even harder to breathe on the crammed boat. My family was asleep on the constantly rocking boat suddenly the boat shook, but my family was still fast asleep. I couldn’t seem to fall asleep so I got up and stepped out on the cold wet steel boats upper deck to get some air. When I got outside I realized that it was pouring bucket sized rain. I saw increasingly large waves crash furiously against the lower deck. Hard water droplets pelted my face, I could taste the salt water in my mouth from the spray of the ocean. Suddenly A massive wave slammed hard against the ship and almost swallowed the boat. Wind gusts started kicking up. I held onto the rail grasping it as if it were my prized possession. Suddenly I was blown
I struggled to keep my head above water as fierce waves battered against my fragile body. My lungs screamed in anguish as harsh cold water filtered into them, steadily consuming the space that had moments ago been occupied by oxygen. As I felt my strength waning, I wondered if fighting was even worth it. After all, it would be just as easy to let the waves overtake me and be gone forever. Oftentimes, uncertainty can strike people when it is least expected.
It was a very cool day, overcast with a drip of rain here and there. Waves were vicious, water was as cold as the arctic, and my weak body was always being compared to a pencil. I began my swim as I attempted to avert the waves but, I seemed impossible. They kept pushing me back, yelling at me to go back to the beach, today is not your day. The waves, they swept me away with ease. I was a squirrel in a dog's mouth, a ragdoll, being tossed every which way. Tossed off balance underwater, I was baffled. My lungs whimpered for air, my body slowly drifting away. The aspect was blackening, the whole world spinning in circles, then, I felt weightless…
...we found the bodies, yet the crashing blue-green water spins me into a reality that is worlds away from the sight of stiff men. I'm not sure if this is healing or forgetfulness; all I can be certain of is the bite of the water on my skin and the dropping sun. I stare at my hand under the surface of the water, fascinated by how far away it looks and by the deep blue color of my fingernails. That hand isn't a part of my body, how can it be, it is deep in the water, opening and closing experimentally as water crashes on top of it. I want to leave it there, forever feeling the numbing water, forever fighting the currents that would wash it out to the Pacific Ocean. But then my arm moves, lifts my hand, and I realize it is mine, as are my legs and toes and wet matted hair. And the water keeps falling, pounding, rushing and I just stand there, staring, watching, waiting.
...as I began to walk in the water every imperfection on my body burned as the salt cleansed my skin. Knee high in the Dead Sea and my body even then began to feel weightless- the water carried me. 3 feet deep and no matter how much I tried to touch the bottom, I couldn’t. No one was splashing because if the salt got in your eyes it would be an unbearable burning feeling. For the first time all senior year I felt like I wasn’t in control. I let the water carry me. There wasn’t fear, I didn’t worry about getting carried out to far, nothing lived in the water so no matter how far I went, nothing could pull me under. For the first time all year I wasn’t worried about graduation, finals, or even college. It took me dipping my toes into something big and scary to finally feel relaxed and at peace with myself.
The vibrations of the sinking ship grew stronger and it was becoming unsafe to stay on board. It was like the Titanic; people were falling and sliding everywhere. We stopped in an empty hallway, the sounds of the screaming anxious people echoed off the walls. Starting to lose all hope, I remember sitting on the floor crying, I couldn't believe I was about to die on a spring break cruise with a boy I just met. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Marc threw me overboard onto what I thought would be the salty ocean water, but was taken aback by the hard wooden lifeboat coming in contact with my boney ass.
Trying to ignore the pain in my side, I spun my head around. I was in a gigantic river and could barely make out the creek in the far distance. Behind me was a roar of water. I turned my head around and saw that the log I was on, was floating down the river but further on there was an edge that just stopped.
The water splays everywhere. I shiver as the cold, unforgiving water envelops me. I try to breathe but the oxygen is gone. I can feel my lungs contracting like a boa constrictor is squeezing them. I furiously kick my legs as though I'm a cheetah running.
My eyes look up to see the mighty force in front of me: the ocean. The salt water stretches
Time ticks on. You are so tired. You sink below the surface, but nobody is coming to save you , water starts to overtake you every second your under. Desperately, you pull to the surface, gasp for air, sink back down again. You aren’t going to make it.
The sun hasn’t risen yet. I put my fins on my feet and swim cap on my head. Once my goggles are on it’s time to dive in. I’m plunging into the freezing ocean. Each stroke I take I'm going farther and farther into the ocean and away from the sea shore.