Geared up, we stood on the edge of the pier, staring into the water. It had a dark murky color to it, uninviting and almost repulsive. It was 10 pm and the sun had already set. Only the lights of a nearby restaurant reflected off the water’s black surface. The walk to the pier was dangerous. We were not very mobile in our diving suits and the ground was an ice rink; one wrong step and a serious injury was likely. Waddling slowly over rocks covered in juniper algae, the city lights were dimming. Most restaurants were closed and due to the city’s budget, the streetlights were barely lit. One by one, we jumped in. The cold water engulfed my body, sending shivers through nerves I had not known existed. Swimming in this black paint, with visibility very low, we couldn't help remembering Jaws attacking people at night. I did and floating in the black, my confidence was not at an all-time high. We switched our flashlights on, …show more content…
Small fish found a spot to rest and an octopus hunted, determined to find its supper. Then all vegetation came to a stop and we found ourselves out in the open. Nothing as far as our eyes could see -- but sand. Bleak bare buff sand. One by one the instructor took each recruit on a navigation test past the point where we could no longer see them. We waited, kneeling on the sand. We were alone. We were all alone, shivering in the raw ocean water. Void around us, just the moonlight reflecting 9 meters above us on the surface of the water. It was quiet. It was very quiet, an unsettling absence of sound, light and life. The desert reached into the distance, the outline of the reef behind us, barely visible. We were looking into the eyes of the ocean, and it was staring back. In the distance, a large black fin. A flash of a scale. A muffled scream. We were exposed. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Something headed in our direction, and it was moving
Some of the captain?s crew began to regret their situation and even the captain had some anxious thoughts. They realized that it could be a dead end. They were uncertain where to go and of their situation. Suddenly, they noticed something was passing by them at a distance of half a mile. ? We perceived a low carriage, fixed on a sledge and drawn by dogs, passing towards the north.?
We then had left our fishing spot and during the short walk back I’d been forced to listen to my step daddy as he rambled on about how he used to pull Albacore and Bluefish out of the Gulf by the dozens when he was my age. But I was hardly listening to his tall tale because my attention was still firmly locked on the whatever it was that was zigzagging around on the other side of the river.
We set out early the next day just as dawn awoke to light our way. We wanted to put distance between us and the island of the cyclops. I had thought that the ram I had sacrificed the night before had brought us good fortune, but I was to be proven wrong. The sea glittered like millions of lustrous jewels all dancing in the placid waves of the ocean. The ocean seemed to lap at the boats, encouraging them to sail faster towards the distant lands. Wisps of white fluffy clouds streaked the light blue sky as if a painter had lazily taken his brush and dabbed it in a few places; it seemed accidental, but in reality it created a master peace. The fresh sea breeze blew in our faces along with gusts of wind that danced in the air and propelled the boats on; it seemed to beckon us to explore the ocean. It was one of the days that seemed as though nothing
...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.
I shout to them to go faster, and after what seems like forever, we are all ready to go into the water. Breaking out in a sprint, I am the first one to reach the seaside. Diving in, I can instantly taste the salt of the ocean. I feel the coolness of the water, which sends an amazing sensation through my body. The ocean water feels like the first bite of mint gum, strong and cool.
I must say, I had an uneasy feeling when we finally arrived at the end of the pier. From the shore the pier seemed short, but in reality the wooden planks carried us out into the ocean approximately the length of a football field. To make matters worse, when I looked down over the shaky, wooden, guardrail I realized if I fell in, I would be gone forever. Oh well, I was here to fish and that is just what I was going to do. After all, I knew how to fish; I have caught plenty of fish in my
This summer I traveled to Orange Beach. And why I went because I was going to play in the world series. And I almost got to go skiing. And my mom, dad, mawmaw, and two of my cousins and my brother. And we got to the qualifying round and we came in 3rd place. It happend on June26 - 31. And we saw dolphins. And I saw a shark. And me and my brother caught some fish. And I stayed in a condo. And I didn't see any jellyfish. But I caught some sandfleas. And some crabs. And I saw some boats. And I saw people parasaling. And I eat some good good. But I saw some people patrolling the roads. And I saw some chopped food. And when I saw the shark I started
When I stepped foot onto Aruba’s beaches they were breathtaking. With its bright white sands and crystal clear water, it felt like I was in a postcard picture. The sands felt like walking on a cloud. The water was crystal, and the fishes were glistening from the sunlight. The weather is splendid. Each day was a cloudless 80+ degree weather. Aruba's known for their nice beaches for it is on most, if not all travel guides. You can see the whole island from the top of a lighthouse. The sunset is marvelous from that view. If you glance the horizon line from the beaches, you can see Venezuela. The sunrise was like orange, bubblegum, and blue raspberry sherbert. As I scanned the jewelry store, the gems were alluring. The restaurants come
I jumped right in, walking barefoot in the sand, and enjoying the beautiful serenity before me. The sand felt soft, mushy, and slightly abrasive. With each step
I walked up to the edge of the beach again and saturated my foot in the water. It felt as if my numbed foot from before melted into a puddle and mixed with the ocean. My acidic stomach tossed and turned as the horrid smell of algae filled the air. I could hear the fish in the ocean screaming for attention; at the same time, I could sense their fear of the seagulls that were hungry looking for any fish in the water to have for
I could feel the boat underneath, being pulled down into the watery nightmare, as the boat begins to fill with water, just like a bathtub, covering my lower body. There was a hole at the right hand side of the boat, about 3 inches in diameter, increasing in size as the waves continue to tease, and my boat continues to creak. I pulled my hand out and touched the deadly water, waiting for it to pull me in, since there was absolutely no use for the boat anymore. The world rushes by in a blur, I held my breath, shut my eyes, and fell back. My blood felt frozen in my veins, and my skin was rough, filled with goosebumps. “Cold water is the most efficient thief of heat.” I thought. Every cell in my body was screaming for oxygen, as my legs struggled, attempting to reach the speckled surface. I was drowning. It wasn’t loud, splashy, and dramatic, like the movies, my movements were more subtle and quiet, but I knew I was getting closer to death. I let the salty substance take over my body, until I felt a sleek, rubbery texture take me up to the surface, and I was suddenly filled with hope
I am a shell, a mere shadow of who I used to be. I look down at the foaming, wild ocean, thrashing against the foot of the cliff with all its might. The brooding clouds fight to be seen against the dark sky and a sea eagle soars effortlessly. But none of this affects me. I am empty.
The breeze pushed my hair behind my ears. The water rippled as I stared down into the empty ocean, dreaming of a fish. My legs felt like jello and my hands were shaking. I was sweating in my heavy-duty rain gear. I had been standing in the corner holding my fishing pole for what felt like hours.
It was heaven, considering I had been burning up for last twenty five minutes. Along with the air, the fragrance of salt water also rushed in and it surrounded me until could not smell anything else. I could hear the powerful waves crashing against the sandy shore. The segals were loud as they circled the beach searching for their lunch. Down on the beach people were chattering and laughing as they conversed.
It was like a blizzard outside. My body was as cold as liquid nitrogen, and I was as scared as prey running from the lion. The bottom of the mountain was starting to disappear in the white abyss, almost making everything look like a blank canvas, waiting for a artist to paint on it.