Someone once told me that someone died from swimming with stingrays and that one flick of a tail or one step in the wrong spot could kill. That was what my family and I were going to do on our trip to the Grand Cayman for vacation. My eyes got big and my hands got sweaty. I don’t think I had ever been so nervous and scared in my life. So scared that I didn't even listen to the other things that we had planned to do while we were there. I had my mind set that I wasn’t going to even get out of the boat much less touch one.
As we are riding up to the sandbar where all the stingrays are, I can feel the wind hitting my face and the heat of the sun on my body. I can smell the salty ocean water as it crashes up on the side of the white boat. A few families of four were on with us and they were laying on the front of the boat looking down into the water where there was sea turtles and some stingrays floating around. As i'm laying on the net at the front of the boat i can feel the water hitting my back. The water felt really good because it was really hot.
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I can see the greyish big and small stingrays brush up against the side of the boat with their bodies. The tour guides were telling how to hold the stingrays and how not to step on them and I almost couldn't even listen because I was frightened out of my head.The rest of my family walking in front of me as i slowly traveled behind them to the ladder to get off the boat. I was climbing down the ladder to get to the water and the waves were pretty strong but not too bad as i got completely in the
Before watching the video Finning Endangers Sharks, Ocean Ecosystem, and Should We Save Sharks, I was terrified. I felt this way because I hear about sharks attacking people in at the beaches. Also, I am afraid of swimming in the water. I feel that sharks are vicious and that they are eating people because we are disturbing their environment.
I feel something brush over the top of my right foot. A sharp-tickling pain comes on the top of my foot. Quickly, I run out of the warm ocean water onto the dry sand. My mom notices something. “What is this?” she questioned. “It’s a jellyfish!”
We started to touch them and the starfish had such a unique texture. Afterwards, we washed our hands and headed outside and joined a line that was heading into a big, blue tent. We went inside and we were both surprised and excited to see tons of different-looking and sized stingrays swimming graciously throughout the pool. Everybody leaned over and reached their hand in the water, hoping that their hand would touch a back of a stingray. At first, I was scared to put my hand in the water because I didn’t want to accidentally touch the tail of the stingray even though they removed the barbs so they couldn’t sting you. Kristen didn’t have any trouble touching them, but for me on the other hand, it took a little longer. Kristen really wanted me to touch one so she grabbed my hand and slowly put it into the water. Having my sister there with me made me feel a lot less scared. We saw a small stingray heading our way, so Kristen lowered my hand and then my hand touched the back of the stingray. I was surprised of how smooth it was. It was as smooth as a fleece blanket. I was really happy at the end that Kristen encouraged me to touch one. After that I was able to touch a few more, except there was a big black covered sting ray with white spots that was probably five times bigger than the rest of them, that I was scared to touch and so was Kristen. We exited the tent and got our picture taken with the view of the city and Lake Michigan.
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
A shark fin cuts through the water as it approaches a lone boat out in the middle of the ocean, music ominously grows in intensity as it draws nearer. Suddenly there are flashes of teeth, high pitched screams, and the water around what’s left of the boat is cherry red with blood. This is a horror scenario, a spine chilling moment in film that most people hope to never see in real life. Luckily for them they never will encounter such a thing, because the images that are shown in films portraying shark attacks are not even close to accurate. These horrifying images of blood and destruction are an effect of the carefully cultivated image of sharks that media outlets and Hollywood have spent years crafting. This misrepresentation
...n. When a sting ray swims past you or a jelly fish is there in the water beside you, again there is a realization of just how much is going on under the water that is not seen. The waves can make you feel so insignificant when you get tumbled head over heels in the water and you have no control over yourself. Only after experiencing this can the powerfulness of the waves be realized.
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…
Immediately, I angled my position and went for a dead sprint toward the water. I jumped off the cliff. I never felt anything like it; the trajectory had me flying through the air for longer than I expected. A surge of adrenaline pulsed through my body, bringing a new sense of life to me. The scorching heat went away as gravity pulled my body toward the water, bringing me a pleasant breeze through my fall. Then, I finally hit the water. I didn’t stick a solid landing, as I went head first into the water. I panicked and opened my eyes under the murky water, only to see nothing but dirt and sediments float around me. I kept sinking and saw a monstrous fish swim right in front of my face. At that very moment, my body went into overdrive, and I managed to project myself back up to the surface.
I knew it was a big fish. I gave it my all trying to get the bass to the boat. I finally got the beast on board, and he was massive. I got so excited I almost fell out of the boat myself. My father gaffed him, and I knew it was game over.
The sun is beating down on the water with immense heat, bringing its temperature higher and higher every hour. I can see bass jumping left and right from the shore. My father and I decide to launch the boat around mid-day. It takes ten minutes to get the boat uncovered and ready to launch. We finally get the boat in the water and set off to our favorite spots. These spots are usually the stumps in the middle, or the shallow areas near the back of the lake where there is a lot of cover. The dull hum of the electric motor is all the noise you can hear as the boat glides along in the bath water. The wake of the boat and the breeze in the air are the only disturbances on the surface of the water. I feel the sweat drip down the side of my face and the back of my neck turning red as the sun glares at me.
...k. Scared and moving back a little more, the shark was in a freeze position no flipping or wobbling, the only thing that was making a move was his gills. Wanting to know more I asked what kind of shark it is and was told that it’s a Caribbean Reef Shark. After the adult left all the children there, we start to poke it with a stick and was touching it with our hands and feet to feel the skin, which felt rough like I was touching sandpaper. When the kids were poking the reef with the stick I thought it would react in a very aggressive way but that wasn’t the case, it was still calm until they start getting aggressive their self. I sacred cause that’s when the reef begun to start snapping at every movement that was making. It was getting too much for me to take especially since it was going out of control, so I left and have no clue as to what happen to the Reef Shark.
...mazingly) and we watched the engines start up, with water whirling everywhere below the surface. I ran to the front of the boat to look down into the water and I kept noticing all these little white puffs everywhere. From where I was, they kind of looked like plastic bags floating through the water. I called Kristi and my dad over to see them. As we were watching, these poofy little balls kept appearing out of nowhere, there must have been hundreds. Finally, a really big one floated its way into our line of vision and from the eighth deck we were able to see what they were. Jellyfish! Cute little iridescent balls of cotton.
was a hot summer day, and Tim and Derrick went swimming at the pool up at
I will never forget the first time I went snorkeling, it was something I had been afraid to do up until the moment I touched the water. Beforehand all I could think about was what if I got attacked by a shark? I was too young to die and I felt like I was tempting fate. Then once I made the plunge into the water everything washed away, as if the waves carried the fear with them as they folded over me. I remember that day so clearly, rocking back and forth, up and down, I sat on a small glass bottom boat. The enormous ocean waves making me nauseas as I put my snorkel gear on. I hurried as fast as I could, knowing my nausea would go away as soon as I entered the water. This wasn’t the first time I have gotten sea sick, but it only shows up when the boat is sitting still. As soon as I got my equipment on I jumped into the water, fins first. I felt the sensation of goose bumps shivering up my whole body, tiny bubbles rolling over my body from breaking the surface, they ran from my toes upwards to break free at the ocean’s surface. Once the bubbles cleared, I looked around to see a new blue world I have never experienced before. I heard the sound of the ocean, mumbled by the sound of my deep breathing and the tanks of the more experienced scuba divers below me. It’s a very relaxing and peaceful sound, and if I had not been in such a new and unusual place I could have floated with my eyes closed for hours.
This lukewarm water was deceiving though, because it only seemed lukewarm due to the drop in temperature and misty rainfall. The waves were rushing toward me like a bull to a matador’s red flag. My mouth tasted as if someone dumped a whole shaker of salt on my tongue. The wave pushed my further and faster as it I could feel the wave breaking on my body and there I was back at the shallows again floating in with the white wash and was ready for another wave. As I stood back up and ran back out to the deep water I saw one of my surfing mates catch the most perfect barrel it was rad. It would have been a great snap shot. I caught another wave, this one was even bigger. The thrust of the wave was twisting my body and I was pulled towards the sea