Hawaii Descriptive Writing

Grey clouds race across the overcast sky, holding in buckets of water and a loud “boom!” Cold water around me makes its way up to form waves for a violent crash, making the small wooden boat underneath my feet elevate, nearly pushing me off into the mysterious sea.
It was only a Sunday afternoon, but an unexpected tropical disaster has decided to pull on a threatening blanket over me. My mom and I have decided to visit Hawaii to admire the beautiful bodies of water, meet new people, and to eat a variety of food. It was our last week before setting foot back into our home, Butterflow City, when we have decided to spend our afternoon at the beach.
“Are you seriously going to wait behind 68 people for a chili dog with extra cheese, mom?” I asked, rather impatiently. Mom turned to face me. “Obviously, I’ve been craving a hot dog 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