Our Last Ride- Personal Narrative
It was a beautiful summer’s day. The sun hung directly overhead, blazing down fiercely on us. I lounged back across the gleaming trampoline of my boat, a Hoby 365. Around me Jamie and Steve lay too, taking in the impressive scene. There was not a cloud in the sky and the sea was passive and serene.
The air blew gently past in a warm breeze. It smelt of the sea, yet more like a seafood salad then the wretch of a fishmonger. In the distance, seabirds squawked and the sound of porpoises could be heard.
The loosely restrained sail flapped gently in the breeze; it was like a hand waving goodbye to the shore we were drifting away from. The wood tan hulls of the Hobycat,
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At the head of the boat rested Jamie, his tangled chestnut hair covering his pale green eyes. His gangly arms were burnt due to the many times he had forgotten his sun cream; his mismatched purple and canary socks shone out from beneath his faded jeans.
Next to him, Mark stood out. His face was relaxed; his neat blonde hair was cropped short front, back and sides. All his clothes were matching and perfectly practical for sailing. He was Jamie’s biological twin, yet a complete opposite in everything except their shared, pale green eyes.
They were my two best friends, the three of us enjoying a last boat ride together before we split, each destined for a different university.
All of a sudden I noticed the wind was getting up. Around us the air felt colder and the sky had darkened; menacing grey clouds were now moving into view.
Just then something caught my eye. There was a disparity in the water, something I found rather unnerving.
“Jamie!” I exclaimed, my finger pointing out to sea,” What on earth is
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The current created by the pier we were headed towards. Straight towards.
A sense of panic set in. How could we avoid the current? What if we couldn’t?
Mark started screaming out orders.
“Pete,” he shouted to me, “try to turn the rudder.”
“Jamie. Get up and hold the sail steady.
Yet it was too late. The current had pulled us in.
With a gut wrenching lurch, our boat was spun sideways. The current started puling stronger; it was now in complete control.
Within seconds our boat was flat up against the pier. There was an undercurrent running beneath the main pier which was dragging us in. The mast, however, was caught, and would not budge. We were stuck
Thoughts and feelings flashed through my mind. Thoughts of problems and solutions, each one as crazy as the next. Most of all though was the feeling of fear.Not just how would we get out alright, but would we?
My thoughts were interrupted by a terrible cracking sound. The mast’s base was splitting. It was going to fall. All twenty feet of it.
“Jamie and Mark,” I shouted instinctively,” get to the ends of
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They grabbed them and started rowing toward shore. The Oiler complained about the rowing, but that didn’t stop them. They weren’t just rowing for their own lives, but the lives of their comrades. The captain made sure to tell the rowers to take it easy, if they have to start swimming for shore they will need all their strength to do so. The boat began to turn it’s nose to the wind, once again.
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...re are fifty boats in our race, and we got third, now that's not too bad for a busted fin." This did not seem to help, however, as there was no apparent response. "I don't know about you all, but after this, it just makes me want to bust by butt during the off-season to come back here in the Spring and kill them all!" Slowly, but surely, everyone's heads raised. I realized that this was not the end at all. We made a pact to work our hardest to come back in the Spring and win out as much as possible. As the commotion settled, Chris quieted us down, "Okay, come on guys." He put his hand in the middle of the circle. We all followed his lead. "We will not let an unfortunate accident get in our way! We will not settle for third place!" With that we all threw our hands up into the air. I looked around and smelled the breeze. Suddenly it was the best feeling in the world.
High up in the heather where nobody was and no noise was but birdsong and nothing moved but the breeze, something began.
“I pressed the pier section hard into the ice” (Salicks par. 44). Also the pier section could have slipped and when his dad was trying to pull himself up it would slide towards him. Then one of the bystanders saw that ran out to grab the rope to pull it back to shore, but he wasn’t strong enough to hold on so all of the bystanders grabbed the rope and pull him
I opened the front door, I did not even bother knocking I practically grew up in this house, walked straight into the bedroom of Lex Blassingame. After a two hour drive I was tired, but seeing the look on her face instantly woke me up. The look of confusion, surprise, happiness, and a little hint of contentment danced across her face. I was carrying flowers that I picked from the side of the road and her favorite meal from Chick-fil-a, but that didn’t stop Lex from embracing me in the biggest hug I’ve ever felt. She needed someone. Lex had a hard and long day, I needed to make her smile. So I did. I drove two hours and four minutes just to make my only, and best, friend smile.
My whole life I have been afraid of heights and roller coasters at amusement parks. Every year my family and I take a trip to Adventureland in Des Monies every summer. This summer I was determined to ride my first roller coaster.
The loud grumbling noise from the ferry boat reminded me of a car’s engine complaining of old age. Most people around us took no notice of it and went about relaxing and enjoying their time. The soft rocking of the boat made my stomach squeaky and my head dizzy. I felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension since that was our first trip as a married couple to an unfamiliar island. As I looked outside the window, I saw the blue ocean glistening in the sunshine like tiny crystals. I looked up to the sky and saw no trace of a cloud. “This would be a beautiful day”, I thought to myself. Suddenly, a deep friendly voice overhead announced we were about to reach our destination.
It was a beautiful day out, the sun was shining, music was playing and nothing could possibly go wrong. Then they showed up. Suddenly I’m being held up by both of my shoulders. I didn’t know what was happening. The only thing I could do was kick, scream and cry to the point where they’d have to let me go. But, they didn’t, I wished they did. All I could think about was why? Why are these people taking me away? I was hoping my Grandpa would come to my rescue and stop them. Wishing he wouldn’t have allowed those men to take me. I was terrified. No one was there for me, no one stopped them. Everyone watched, but they didn’t do anything to help. Why weren’t they helping me? My own family just letting it happen. I felt betrayed by the only people
trees blew in the mist of the cool sudden gust of the tropical, morning air, like smooth feahers
I began to walk to her, but the wind picked up more. Her hat began to fly away, although her hand moved to hold it still. Our umbrellas were dancing with the
The sound of inhaling air began to increase into a gasp. The fresh cool wind drifted past my soft, red checks. My sweat glands began to open, ant sized droplets slivered down the