I boarded this ship from Spain with hopes of finding treasure in a faraway land. My thirty men and I set sail in the first month of the year, however, our journey was setback by severe thunderstorms at sea in early May. The worst storm came on a dark night when I was sailing the ship while my men slept in their cabins. The waves came roaring overhead and pounded aboard. The ship broke in half like a twig. The back end of the boat was then crushed by ten-foot waves; my men were gone, separated from me and never to be seen again. After being tossed overboard, I swam my way to a shore nearby where I then slept on the beach until the morning. When I awoke, I found that I had swam to a small island. There were dead trees along the shore with branches …show more content…
Therefore, I used the elements of isolation, a hidden and decaying setting with dark colors and a storm, and I used mystery to lead to the plot twist. The isolation is with relation to the fisherman since he wants to live alone on the island (he only lets spirits accompany him not live people). Next, I used setting to make the beach empty and dark like the rocks. The shed was hidden in a sense that it was not seen until later in the poem and the description of the rough gravel sand makes the appearance of a decaying beach. There were also storm clouds that brought darkness and horror to the island, which again played into the idea of decay because dark colors typically symbolize death. When the ghost of the young woman is first introduced, the reader is left with questions because it is a mystery of who she is, where she came from, and how she got in this shed that appeared at the beach. Both the girl and the shed play into the mystery of the story but it is portrayed in a horrific manor, which makes the story creepy and scary. I used a plot twist- the girl having been a young woman who was aboard the ship- to play into the emotions of the reader because gothic and romantic literature tend to bring about emotions of fear within the reader. Throughout the story vivid details and imagery are used to further these gothic elements. The overall theme of this short story was dark isolation- dark relating to how the beach was physically dark and metaphorically since the fisherman sought to kill anyone who came near his beach. The isolation refers not only to the fact that the fisherman wanted to live without any other live human beings there, but also to how the shed was standing alone and how the sailor was left alone on the deserted
The author shows the reader the sea just as the sailor does as death, but more than death
Some of the most intriguing stories of today are about people’s adventures at sea and the thrill and treachery of living through its perilous storms and disasters. Two very popular selections about the sea and its terrors are The Perfect Storm by Sebastian Junger and “The Wreck of the Hesperus” by Henry Longfellow. Comparison between the two works determines that “The Wreck of the Hesperus” tells a more powerful sea-disaster story for several different reasons. The poem is more descriptive and suspenseful than The Perfect Storm, and it also plays on a very powerful tool to captivate the reader’s emotion. These key aspects combine to give the reader something tangible that allows them to relate to the story being told and affects them strongly.
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
Later in the day the messenger came back and a horse was made ready for him. He still said that he would not leave the ships but the men told him to go because they were afraid of staying in the port any longer. Then he ordered put pilots in charge and told them if the south wind was to pick up they were to beach the ships and save the horses and men abroad. After the caption left a strong north wind came and ship didn’t come near the shore because the wind made beaching impossible. In the town the caption was in the building began collapsing and falling down. In order for the caption to walk anywhere he had to lock arms with the people around him because the wand was so bad. In that that storm the captain lost two ships and many men, supplies and horses to a hurricane. Only the men who came ashore the first day survived. The remaining crew suffered from hunger and much hardships. Later the Governor came with his ships and the crew that survived the hurricane were not ready to go abroad the ship and sail during winter. After the winter was up they purchased another ship and set sail and on April 12, 1528 they landed in Florida. The next day they traded with Indians and set a flag up and claimed the
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
The hope I had for seeing my brothers again had vanished. I did not know how to swim. I could feel the ship lowering into the ocean. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a wooden barrel. I figured that I could float on the barrel, until someone came to rescue us, if they ever did. I grabbed the barrel, and held on for dear life. As the ship sunk, it was just me and the barrel against the ocean. Unfortunately, the waves were violent, and I struggled to firmly grip the
I lived on an island named the Spirit Island. The sky used to be always azure without any blemish. There were lots of greenery; there were mountains, rivers, cliffs, and lakes. And there was always present the fresh breeze of the sea. Our island was pretty big with a population of almost 800 million with thousands of cities.
Theta poked his head into the firing range. Jack was near a table, loading all sorts of guns. His stomach practically churned at the sight, but he fought against it and walked in. He leant against the wall, arms folded. He was practically telling his mind to go ahead and do this--but his body was disagreeing time and times over. ‘’Alright,’’ the captain said, turning to him. ‘’We’re gonna need eye protection and ear defenders.’’ With that, he handed a pair of headphones to Theta -- blue with the Torchwood logo donned on the sides. He took them and put them on -- and did the same with the yellow-colored glasses. Jack did the same, and picked up yet another automatic. ‘’It’s all yours,’’ he handed it over.
We saw all the boats speeding passed us and it was a huge wave coming right at us, we tried to move but our boat ran out of gas, so we held on tight to the boat but the wave was so strong that it tips the boat over. But I manage to escape from under the boat, but I realize that my family hasn’t came up yet , so I went under to get them and they were under the boat so I pulled them out and dragged them to the surface. They were okay, so we climb on top of the bottom of the boat and we watched as the storm pass.
It has been a long day of researching and I believe I deserve a break. Tiredly, I manage to make it to the couch where I just let my body sink and fall. I begin to doze off. Just as my muscles begin to relax and my vision starts to blur, I begin to hear my son, George, yell “Hey Dad! Dad!
It felt like hours that she was crying, but it was only minutes. The planchette hadn’t moved one little bit since she started this experiment. Sleet and rain still pelted the windows but it was definitely slackening. The chill in the room was diminishing and she could feel warmth returning to her skin. None of the incantations Viviana had given her worked.
She felt cold, dreary, damp, she tried to open her eyes but something was stopping them from doing so, it was almost like her eyes were not responding to her brain. Consequently, she thought they were frozen but all the sudden, just like that they popped open. The girl sat up. Looking around she realized she was in a tent, there were cots around her but she for some reason she was not in one.
The night was as clear as the day, darkness never fell on Blessed Island. I peek out my window and look at the never ending fields of orchids. The sun was blazing down in the distance, and it blinded me but I didn’t mind. The tall wild grasses were swaying in the light breeze and it was calm; outside and inside my mind.
Fear has taken a hold of every man aboard this ship, as it should; our luck is as far gone as the winds that led us off course. For nights and days gusts beyond measure have forced us south, yet our vessel beauty, Le Serpent, stays afloat. The souls aboard her, lay at the mercy of this ruthless sea. Chaotic weather has turned the crew from noble seamen searching for glory and riches, to whimpering children. To stay sane I keep the holy trinity close to my heart and the lady on my mind. Desperation comes and goes from the men’s eyes, while the black, blistering clouds fasten above us, as endless as the ocean itself. The sea rocks our wood hull back and forth but has yet to flip her. The rocking forces our bodies to cling to any sturdy or available hinge, nook or rope, anything a man can grasp with a sea soaked hand. The impacts make every step a danger. We all have taken on a ghoulish complexion; the absence of sunlight led the weak souls aboard to fight sleep until sick. Some of us pray for the sun to rise but thunder constantly deafens our cries as it crackles above the mast. We have been out to sea for fifty-five days and we have been in this forsaken storm for the last seventeen.
I swam through the sea illuminated by the flames to find Tom."You okay buddy?""Yeah the flames were everywhere and I wasn't sure what to do.""Well you did the right thing Tom."Finally he was beside me riding over the waves. We found a large board that supported our weight and we began to circle the destroyed vessel. I began to feel weary from inhaling so much smoke. Everything was going dark and before long I couldn't hold on. I don't know when I woke up.