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
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.
The heat and humidity pressed onto my skin and . My throat was harsh and dry, desperate for water. I forced myself to admire the surroundings in an attempt to distract myself from my blistered feet and my gaping thirst for water. Feeling light headed, my vision began to blur, trees started to sway vigorously and laggardly began to swirl together into one green blob. I quickly took out my bottle and thirstily slurped the cool water, feeling refreshed and anew.
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…
...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.
...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.
Marc lowered the boat as fast as he could, trying to get away from the pushy sunburned group of men approaching. When the lifeboat hit the water my heart sunk, there was nothing around us. I had no idea where I was, let alone where the nearest body of land was located. Looking back, I think Marc miscalculated the distance between the lifeboat and large cruise ship. He jumped towards the lifeboat, but upon his landing, a wave swept me and the boat further
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.
I was one of the first people to jump into my inflatable duckie, but I was one of the last to get on the river. Once I launched into the river I looked all around me to see the shores covered in pointy trees that were trying to impale anyone who dared go near them. Out of nowhere I hit a rock under the waves, but it was too late and I lost all control of my boat and fell face first into the river. After hitting the water I realized really how cold and dark the water was I started to try to swim to the surface, but it felt like I had cinder blocks attached to my feet weighing me down. SPLASH, I got to the surface in time to grab my slippery oar and jumped onto my boat. I was shaking from the cold water, and had a taste of salty muggy water in my mouth, which I was desperately trying to get out. I quickly paddled in my boat to get back to the group so I wouldn’t be left behind. While paddling I was looking all around at the massive evergreen trees standing on the shore as if they were columns of a old building, the sky as a large blue ocean, and the birds chirping as if they were fans in the stadium at a football game. Breaking the tranquility of the moment was one of the people in the group with me yelping as they fell off their boat down a cold two foot drop in 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 no longer have the energy to keep my head above the water and with one quick gasp of air my body starting floating further and further away from the surface. The commotion from the outside world slowly turns into a low hum and I am left alone with simply me and my thoughts. My entire body is throbbing in pain and it feels as though my throat has been set on fire. My throat is screaming for oxygen
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.
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.
My eyes look up to see the mighty force in front of me: the ocean. The salt water stretches
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.