Our Last Ride: A Short Story

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Our Last Ride- Personal Narrative

It was a beautiful summer’s day. The sun hung directly overhead, blazing down fiercely on us. I lounged back across the gleaming trampoline of my boat, a Hoby 365. Around me Jamie and Steve lay too, taking in the impressive scene. There was not a cloud in the sky and the sea was passive and serene.

The air blew gently past in a warm breeze. It smelt of the sea, yet more like a seafood salad then the wretch of a fishmonger. In the distance, seabirds squawked and the sound of porpoises could be heard.

The loosely restrained sail flapped gently in the breeze; it was like a hand waving goodbye to the shore we were drifting away from. The wood tan hulls of the Hobycat, …show more content…

At the head of the boat rested Jamie, his tangled chestnut hair covering his pale green eyes. His gangly arms were burnt due to the many times he had forgotten his sun cream; his mismatched purple and canary socks shone out from beneath his faded jeans.

Next to him, Mark stood out. His face was relaxed; his neat blonde hair was cropped short front, back and sides. All his clothes were matching and perfectly practical for sailing. He was Jamie’s biological twin, yet a complete opposite in everything except their shared, pale green eyes.

They were my two best friends, the three of us enjoying a last boat ride together before we split, each destined for a different university.

All of a sudden I noticed the wind was getting up. Around us the air felt colder and the sky had darkened; menacing grey clouds were now moving into view.

Just then something caught my eye. There was a disparity in the water, something I found rather unnerving.

“Jamie!” I exclaimed, my finger pointing out to sea,” What on earth is …show more content…

The current created by the pier we were headed towards. Straight towards.

A sense of panic set in. How could we avoid the current? What if we couldn’t?

Mark started screaming out orders.

“Pete,” he shouted to me, “try to turn the rudder.”

“Jamie. Get up and hold the sail steady.

Yet it was too late. The current had pulled us in.

With a gut wrenching lurch, our boat was spun sideways. The current started puling stronger; it was now in complete control.

Within seconds our boat was flat up against the pier. There was an undercurrent running beneath the main pier which was dragging us in. The mast, however, was caught, and would not budge. We were stuck

Thoughts and feelings flashed through my mind. Thoughts of problems and solutions, each one as crazy as the next. Most of all though was the feeling of fear.Not just how would we get out alright, but would we?

My thoughts were interrupted by a terrible cracking sound. The mast’s base was splitting. It was going to fall. All twenty feet of it.

“Jamie and Mark,” I shouted instinctively,” get to the ends of

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