The Arrival
There have been many reports on an island, often visited by hunters, regarding cannibalism. In this news article, these concerns as well as secrets will be addressed. I will share with you my adventure to the Ship-Trap Island.
I have traveled to the island on September 5th through September 12th. I was accompanied by a very intelligent and experienced hunter named Rainsford. On our first day, we boarded a boat filled with necessities for the trip. It took us 3 whole days to get to the island, and by then, a fourth of our resources were used up. It was night time when I spotted land. It was vaguely visible, even Rainsford couldn’t see it. I decided to hit the hay, for although I didn’t do anything in particular, I was very tired. A few minutes later, I was awakened by a very loud sound. I rush to the deck where Rainsford is, and we met eyes. It sounded like 3 shots have been fired by a gun somewhere near us. And then, in that instant, Rainsford fell overboard into the warm Caribbean waters. Startled, I dived in with him, for I knew that we had to stick together. Although sounds were muffed by the waters, it seemed like more shots were fired…
After of so it seemed hours of drifting and swimming, I arrived to a rocky shore. I lift my head up and see
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Rainsford and he seemed to be sleeping, or maybe not. I waddle over to him to see his chest lift and fall. Recklessly, I fall asleep next to him in moments. When I woke up, it was about 9 o’clock according to the sun’s location. Rainsford was still there, fast asleep. The sleep had given me new vigor, but a sharp hunger still picked at me. I went to scavenger for something to eat before Rainsford woke up. After about an hour or two, I managed to gather a handful of berries, a raw egg, and some leaves. After eating, I go out of the forest to go to Rainsford but I see him wake up. He seems to ponder over an idea, but then stands up, and starts to follow footprints in the sand that I hadn’t noticed earlier. I follow him, but not fast enough to catch up to him. In the distance, I see him comes across a huge enormous building. He knocks on it and a gigantic creature with a long black beard comes out he mumbles a few words, another person comes out, and he goes inside the building. I run over to the building and get close to a window they are nearby. I listen to their conversation, and it is absolutely horrid-the second man that came to the door hunts men! I realized then that I should save Rainsford from this horrible man! By then, it was by far night and I fell asleep by the back of the building. I wake up to the sound of voices- one of them being Rainsford. I leaned my ear in to listen in again. A few minutes in, I hear horrible news- Rainsford will be hunted! I am terrified at the thought of the General hunting Rainsford- it is absolutely grueling! I must try to help Rainsford, but I know for a fact that it will not be possible. When Rainsford is let out, I am on top of a very big canopy tree. He starts off by leaving a trail and repeating it over and over again, very clever. After he is done, he climbs the tree right next to me and falls asleep. I cannot bring myself to fall asleep now. In the morning, I see General Zaroff approaching. By then, Rainsford is awake and alert. The general goes directly under where Rainsford is, smiles, then turns away. Oh my, the horror!!! Rainsford slides down the tree and I follow. I do not let him know of my presence, I dare not to distract him. He starts on what seems to be the Malay mancatcher. After about 30 minutes, Rainsford is done with his work and throws himself down a broken log. Not long after, the General approaches. He steps on the trap, but as soon as he does, he jumps back, apparently sensing danger. If it weren’t for his agility, he would’ve injured more than just his arm. He calls out to let Rainsford know of his presence and leaves to get aid. As soon as he is out of range, Rainsford jumps out of the log and starts his journey again. After wandering about, he starts to build another trap by Death Swamp- a place where it is covered in quicksand. He digs a pit then puts spear like items inside it. When the job is done, he goes and hides behind a lightning struck stump. His predator, the General, comes to hunt moments later. He is accompanied by a very huge animal- in which it seems to be a hound. He walks toward a pit, and a few steps later, his dog falls into the trap, taking its life. The general again lets Rainsford know of his presence, and leaves with a warning for the next day. At daybreak, both Rainsford and I are awakened by the sound of a pack of hounds. I realized that this would be the end of both of us. There were no solutions for us to live. Just as I was about to surrender, Rainsford goes off running. I struggle to follow beside him. I look behind to see a strange man leading the dogs. I hear Rainsford mumble “Ivan” under his breath and so I assume that it must be the man’s name.
After a few more seconds of running, Rainsford attaches his knife to a springy tree branch and launches it, without ever stopping. When the sound of hounds stop, I figure that the knife must have reached him. Rainsford and I do not stop running until we reach the cliff of the sea. He jumps in, and without second thought, I do so as well. We swam for a time that seems like days, but then we reached the shore where we first arrived. He hurries in the enormous building and goes to the bedroom while I hide in the bathroom. I hear the general feasting and later, he comes up to take his rest. By then, Rainsford goes and confronts him, which obviously startled the
general. The general goes to the hounds, apparently to feed them himself. I come out of the bathroom and acknowledge Rainsford- in all he did not seem pleased. He sleeps in the General’s bed as I sleep on the couch. At the end of the night, we both have never slept in a better bed. The next morning, I have breakfast with Rainsford as he tells me everything in detail. In the hours that followed, I got a ship and headed home. Here I am telling you this story. These are the facts I know for sure. Ship-Trap Island is an island that means exactly what it says- made to trap ships. Countless deaths have been made on that island. The General is dead. The island is safe for now, unless…….
A man, once curious, thought highly of and condoning cold blooded murder. Has no found a new love of killing people. A murderer, loving to see people in pain from the suffering of dying or getting injured, creating a hole with sharps stakes for people to fall into, and feeding a powerful person to hounds. He is no more obsessed with hunting animals, but hunting humans. This man is now the general of Ship Trap Island. Rainsford becomes the next general of Ship Trap Island. He becomes the next general of the island because he has a similar outlook on life as General Zaroff , and he has changed from not wanting to hunt humans to wanting to hunt humans.
After falling off his ship and forced to swim to a mysterious island, Rainsford is faced with a challenge. General Zaroff traps him in a “game” that requires Rainsford to use his skills to survive. He is hunted for three days; where he was chased, tracked down, and shot at. General Zaroff led the hunt to try to kill Rainsford. General was equipped with more firepower and help from his henchman and dogs. But even with his much greater opponent, he was able to survive. Rainsford used his many skills to defeat and kill his enemy. He used quick wit to make traps that would slow Zaroff and kill his dogs and henchman. Then he used his intelligence to escape Zaroff by swimming away, but sneaking back into his own mansion.
In the short story, “The Most Dangerous Game” by Richard Connell, the protagonist, Rainsford, is a smart, clever, resilient man who keeps a cool head in stressful and dangerous situations. Rainsford is not allowed to leave the island he washes up on after he falls off the yacht he was traveling on, because the mentally disturbed general wants to hunt people with Rainsford. Rainsford makes a deal with the general to win his freedom. If Rainsford can evade Zaroff for three nights, then Rainsford is free to leave the island. During the hunt, Rainsford must think quickly and be resourceful in order to stay alive. Rainsford is an extremely experienced hunter who writes books about his hunting experiences. When Rainsford is running from the
Some people you meet can have a major impact on your life and change it for better or for worse. Rainsfords (a man who likes to hunt dangerous animals) life was greatly changed in both a good way and a bad way by a man who lives on a tiny island in a big house named General Zaroff. Rainsford ended up on this island after he fell of a yacht he was on to go hunt an animal somewhere else but ended up swimming his way up to the shore of an island. But after about a day of being on the island Rainsford was being hunted down. While Rainsford was trying his hardest to survive on the island he was on he found a way to escape to the mainland where General Zaroff was to try and get a way off the island back to civilization. The points in this story will be somehow related to my thesis statement in ¨The Most Dangerous Game” by Richard Connell, Zaroff teaches Rainsford how it feels to be like the hunted and not the hunter.
Two policeman, Sir Thomas Legge and Inspector Maine, discuss the perplexing Indian Island case. They have reconstructed much of what happened on Indian Island from diaries kept by various guests. It is clear to them that the murderer was not Blore, Lombard, or Vera. When they arrived, the police found the chair Vera kicked away to hang herself mysteriously set upright against the wall. We learn that Isaac Morris, who hired Lombard and Blore and bought the island in the name of U. N. Owen, died of an apparent sleeping-pill overdose the night the guests arrived on the island. The police suspect that Morris was murdered. The police know that the people of Sticklehaven were instructed to ignore any distress signals from the island; they were told that everything taking place on the island was part of a game being played by the wealthy owners of the island and their guests.
We are introduced to the protagonist and main character, Sanger Rainsford who is a big game hunter and a WW1 veteran. The story starts off with a conversation between Whitney and Rainsford discussing the island, so we can understand the reputation it holds.
When Rainsford falls off of the boat, he has to try his best to stay afloat until he can find something to latch on to. He swims vigorously until he reaches Ship-Trap Island. "Jagged crags appeared to jut up into the opaqueness... dense jungle came down to the very edge of the cliffs." It is midday and he is just searching for a place to rest when he runs into Ivan, the astonishingly large guard of the island. Zaroff, the owner of the island, joins in on their conversation about hunting. The conversation is interesting to say the least. Zaroff says, "You'll find this game worth playing…your brain against mine. Your woodcraft against mine. Your strength and stamina against mine. Outdoor chess! And the stake is not without value, eh?" Zaroff is trying to point out that he finds interest in hunting humans, and he wants to know if Rainsford will rise to the challenge. Rainsford is left with a choice to make; will he fight Zaroff, or will he decline and get killed by Ivan. The choice in this situation is pretty self- evident.
In “The Most Dangerous Game” by Richard Connell, the protagonist (Rainsford) struggled with the actions of the antagonist (General Zaroff) throughout his adventure. The images used to describe the island, deadly swamp, and castle show that it is inhabited and a dangerous place with the use of setting, imagery, and the tone Connell shows Rainsford’s difficulties, persistence, and triumph to the audience. By using these key aspects, Connell makes important connections to the theme while alluding to hunting as the main concept of this whole adventure.
I smiled to myself and decided that I would go join in. With that, I took a huge deep breath and jumped into the salty water. The water was cool and refreshing; I felt it slide through my hair making it sway in the water. I swam deeper and deeper into the deep blue water. Sunlight streamed through it, lighting up the water around me turning it to gold. I kicked harder and I felt my muscles surge with strength and I pushed further. My lunges began to burn for the need of oxygen, but I refused to go up. I repeatedly told myself just a little bit longer. Until I was unable to proceed anymore without more air in my lungs, I swam to the top of the water taking a huge breaths, filling my lungs with air. I could then taste the salty water as it ran down my face and dripped over my lips. Just then I thought, I will never forget this moment, this place, or the experiences I felt while visiting
Rainsford has to outwit his mental capabilities of being weak to defeat his terror. His mental strength has to be very strong because he has to swim miles while his body is tired
The yacht came from the infamous “Ship-Trap Island.” For those lucky few who do not know about this daunting island, “Ship-Trap Island” is a place sailors dread whenever they come near its vicinity. “Sailors have a curious dread of the place. I don't know why. Some superstition--", said Whittney, a sailor on Nielsen's yacht.
Barker, Hulme, and Iverson. Cannibalism and the Colonial World. New York: Cambridge University Press, 1998.
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...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.
The lonely empty silence is overpowered by a wall of foam rushing towards me. Wheels of sand are churning beneath my feet. My golden locks are flattened and hunched over my head to form a thick curtain over my eyes. Light ripples are printed against my olive stomach as the sun beams through the oceans unsteadiness. I look below me and can’t see where the sand bank ends; I look above and realize it’s a long way to the top. Don’t panic Kate, you’ll get through this. I try to paddle to the top but am halted by something severely weighing me down- My board. That’s what got me in this mess in the first place. I can see the floral pattern peeping through the sand that is rapidly crawling over it. I quickly rip apart the Velcro of my foot strap and watch my board float to the surface effortlessly as I attempt climbing through the water to reach the surface. The fin of my board becomes more visible to me as I ascend. Finally, an alleviating sensation blasts through my mouth.