Creative Writing: Empire Island

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! Dad!”. “Yes my child?” I replied with fatigue. “Have you ever been on a boat before?” He asked. You could see the curiosity in his big blue eyes, his drive to seek more knowledge and the need to explore. He was always a curious child, he wanted to understand everything he saw, or learn about everything he heard. I guess some traits are passed on. I had a feeling this would come up and I was ill-prepared to tell a story, but if I must, I want all my children to hear it. My body is too

You could see and feel the repairs made to the ship, like the fresh new floorboards, or the new upper deck. Captain FitzRoy did well in repairing and upgrading this ship. Systematically thought out as well, the guns or cannons on the ship were made of brass to avoid magnetic interference. The smell of salty the seas was upon me. Then, we set sail. Our course was set to South America, specifically the Canary Islands. This was our first stop and our first benchmark of circumnavigating the globe. Although it has been accomplished several times by many others, to experience yourself is quite the extraordinary feat. As I spent more time on the ship and exploring, I have learned to appreciate nature as this vast unknown. After a few stops on some islands near the Cape of Good Hope, we set sail for the Galapagos Islands. It was on this route that we encountered a storm which nearly knocked us off course. It was night when it hit. You could hear a steady and calm breeze, then it began to rain. First softly, then it came pouring accompanied by lightning. I could hear the captain yelling at his crew