The Arrival There have been many reports on an island, often visited by hunters, regarding cannibalism. In this news article, these concerns as well as secrets will be addressed. I will share with you my adventure to the Ship-Trap Island. I have traveled to the island on September 5th through September 12th. I was accompanied by a very intelligent and experienced hunter named Rainsford. On our first day, we boarded a boat filled with necessities for the trip. It took us 3 whole days to get to the island, and by then, a fourth of our resources were used up. It was night time when I spotted land. It was vaguely visible and was opaque, even Rainsford couldn’t see it. I decided to hit the hay, for although I didn’t do anything in particular, I was very tired. A few minutes later, I was awakened by …show more content…
I rushed to the deck where Rainsford was, and we met eyes. It sounded like 3 shots had been fired from a gun somewhere near us. And then, in that instant, Rainsford fell overboard into the warm Caribbean waters. Startled, I dived in with him, for I knew that we had to stick together. Although the sounds were muffled by the waters, it seemed like more shots were fired…
After of so it seemed hours of drifting and swimming, I arrived to a rocky shore. I lift my head up and see Rainsford and he seemed to be sleeping. I waddled over to him to see his chest lift and fall. Knowing that he was okay, I fell asleep next to him in no time. When I woke up, it was about 9 o’clock according to the sun’s location. Rainsford was still there, fast asleep. The sleep had given me new vigor, but a sharp hunger still picked at me. I went to scavenge for something to eat before Rainsford woke up. After about an hour or two, I
Connell was able to make the water of the Caribbean feel as if it were a truly spooky. By using descriptive words such as eerie, dark, and blood-warm, Connell is able to portray how creepy the sea was. While Rainsford was on the island the tone inclines as too if this was a horror story. The island is described as basically a frightening jungle including a deadly swamp and quicksand as possible threats. The castle is viewed as a haunted house, with blood-thirsty hounds keeping Zaroff company. However, no matter how spooky this all truly sounds the suspense is what really keeps the reader involved, provoking his / hers imagination. This keeps the reader interested in what’s happening and keeps them wondering what will come next. Connell makes sure to keep us guessing as to what will occur next with Rainsford throughout the hunting game played with Zaroff. Finally we learn that Rainsford wins the game by surviving for three days on the island. Here the reader could perceive that thought that the story is over, but it isn’t. Rainsford then challenges Zaroff to a fight to the death; however, this is not included in the story. We can imply that Rainsford won the fight by Connell using including this statement, “He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided.” (Paragraph 208). This goes to show that Rainsford has won the challenge against Zaroff and despite of all the
The first mention of cannibalism that I found was in an journal from 1869 that claimed, “one man's body when found by the Inuit’s flesh all on & not mutilated except the hands sawed off at the wrists – the rest a great many had their flesh cut off a s if some one or others had cut it off to eat.” Where on a different account, another Inuit was said to have seen, “is human flesh that had been boiled.” The belief that the crew on the Franklin expedition might have turned to cannibalism after they were ship wrecked and ran out of food, was a very popular theory that has been revisited since its original
A man, once curious, thought highly of and condoning cold blooded murder. Has no found a new love of killing people. A murderer, loving to see people in pain from the suffering of dying or getting injured, creating a hole with sharps stakes for people to fall into, and feeding a powerful person to hounds. He is no more obsessed with hunting animals, but hunting humans. This man is now the general of Ship Trap Island. Rainsford becomes the next general of Ship Trap Island. He becomes the next general of the island because he has a similar outlook on life as General Zaroff , and he has changed from not wanting to hunt humans to wanting to hunt humans.
That evening, Rainsford began his search. All of a sudden, he heard a scream. Not very wise, Rainsford noted. Now he knew exactly where one of the prisoners was located. Then, he heard a loud snarl and growl. But that’s not all that he heard. He also heard a bark. One of the dogs is still loose! Rainsford had to hurry back, or else he will be the next one killed. Rainsford began to sprint. He soon heard the sound of paws hitting the ground. He heard the snarl, and the growl. He heard the deep bark of the beast right behind him. Rainsford ran for his life. Suddenly, he tripped on a rock and hit the ground hard. Excruciating pain shot through his body. But that would be nothing compared to what was next. The very same beast who killed Zaroff had now killed Rainsford. There were no more survivors left on the island. Only the dogs
Little does he know everything has just begun. Rainsford introduces himself to a new character, General Zaroff. Rainsford slowly learns about Zaroff’s strange and inhuman hunting game. In no time Zaroff sends Rainsford onto the island to get away and survive the hunt. Rainsford is in panic trying to get away from Zaroff alive. He knows that he must stay sharp so he tells himself “ I will not lose my nerve.”(12). Without the conflict of Man vs. Himself the short story would lose its suspense and we would not know what is going on inside of Rainsford’s head in this extremmely stressful
He was in a picture with a frame of water, and his operations, clearly, must take place within that frame”. The author explains that Rainsford is a tough and determined man; he is facing distressing situations, but he is not afraid or nervous; instead, he is dealing with the situations vigorously and solving the problem using creativity.
Hiding from those who would find him and carry out the wrath of vengeance upon him, the protagonist plans his escape. About to dive in the rancid water and swim for it, a body in the shallows abruptly stops him. The bloated and decomposing corpse pulls the narrator back from his adrenaline-induced frenzy. After a few moments, he settles and reflects, “I thought about him, fog on the lake, insects chirring eerily, and felt the tug of fear, felt the darkness opening up inside me like a set of jaws. Who was he, I wondered, this victim of time and circumstance bobbing sorrowfully in the lake at my back” (193). The narrator can almost envision himself as the man whose corpse is before him. Both deceased from mysterious causes, involved in shady activities, and left to rot in the stagnant lake water, and never to be discovered by the outside world. This marks the point where the main character is the closest he has ever been to death. Although he makes it out alive, the protagonist and his outlook on life are forever changed.
When world renowned hunter, Sanger Rainsford ends up marooned on an island, he finds himself in an unimaginable word. A world full of murder. He must find a way to save himself and the ones around him. Rainsford is the lesser of two evils he may have a passion for hunting but unlike General Zaroff he has limits, Rainsford kills Zaroff to save himself and many future victims.
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As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
Ship-Trap Island is a long dreaded place. Rainsford is a hunter that falls off his boat into a rocky sea wakes up in late day on the shore of Ship-Trap island. On the island, is an immense jungle and a Death Swamp. Night was trying to see “through a blanket”. The sea broke upon the rocky shore. On the island there was an enormous building on a high bluff. General Zaroff welcomed Rainsford but later threw him out into the vast jungle to be hunted. Rainsford travelled around the island fighting for his life. Around the jungle and swamp, Rainsford set three traps for General Zaroff. One was called the Malay Mancatcher. He balanced a dead tree on a living tree. One the trigger was set off; the dead tree fell on the shoulder of the general. The second one was the Burmese Tiger Pit. He dug a large hole and filled it with stakes, then covered the hole with grass. One of the dogs died in the pit. His final trap was one he learned in Uganda. He tied a knife to the end of a young tree and tied it back with a plant. The knife killed Ivan. After he finished his final trap, Rainsford ran to the edge of the cliffs and jumped off into the rocky ocean. Later Rainsford appeared in General Zaroff’s bedroom in the mansion and ended up killing him, and Rainsford slept in his large, comfortable bed.
The smell of the restaurants faded and the new, refreshing aroma of the sea salt in the air took over. The sun’s warmth on my skin and the constant breeze was a familiar feeling that I loved every single time we came to the beach. I remember the first time we came to the beach. I was only nine years old. The white sand amazed me because it looked like a wavy blanket of snow, but was misleading because it was scorching hot. The water shone green like an emerald, it was content. By this I mean that the waves were weak enough to stand through as they rushed over me. There was no sense of fear of being drug out to sea like a shipwrecked sailor. Knowing all this now I knew exactly how to approach the beach. Wear my sandals as long as I could and lay spread out my towel without hesitation. Then I’d jump in the water to coat myself in a moist protective layer before returning to my now slightly less hot towel. In the water it was a completely different world. While trying to avoid the occasional passing jellyfish, it was an experience of
A shrill cry echoed in the mist. I ducked, looking for a sign of movement. The heavy fog and cold storm provided nothing but a blanket, smothering all sight and creating a humid atmosphere. The freezing air continued to whip at my face, relentless and powerful. Our boat, stuck in the boggy water. Again a cry called. Somewhere out there was someone, or something.
Closer and closer to the calm water, I began sinking deeper in the sand. It was comforting, the silence, tranquility, and warmth of the faint sun. There is a slight breeze, warm, but cold and lonely. I could smell the scent of fish blowing through my hair and body. The sun was still fading, slowly but surely the day was almost over. About half of it is gone now. I could see shades of blue, red, purple, and pinkish-yellow. They were mixed with puffy clouds that lined the beginning of the sky and the end of the water. I noticed the darker shades on the bottom of the lower clouds.
All I could feel was rugged sand all over my body and in my mouth. Land, we had washed ashore! Then I remembered fully what had happened last night. I began to look for Tom. "Tom, Tom, Where are you!!" There was no sign of him anywhere. Then I saw the footprints in the sand.