A Large Wooden Boat

“That’s ok I’ll help you.” My mom said as she could tell I was scared.

“ I-I-I am so sorry, I also have family issues.” She said with a sad look on her face “My father was in charge of Auschwitz and he let my little brother Bruno die in a concentration camp…” she was cut off by the noise of dogs barking .

(Hugs Alison before speaking) You heard my parents. All we can do is try. We don’t know what the future holds. For all we know, it could be gone tomorrow. That’s why we need to make the most of today.

"More than anything, I just want you to know that there is more than one person you can lean on. You may have someone up their who you are relying on, but you have two incrediably strong sons who would never wish to see their mother in pain like this. Whatever the outcome we finally get your boys will be strong for you and in return I'm sure you will be strong for them."[/b]

The sound of the door closing snapped the red head out of her thoughts. The girl looked up to see her little brother crying. "Liam what's wrong?" Her, usual, soft voice cracking.

Alika was sure now as she watched the crew hop on board the ship. The storm was already creeping in. But at this point it was too late and she helplessly watched the horrified waves crash into all the sides of the ship and an immaculate gust of wind blow their sail’s abroad, trying to warn them of what was to come.

The floor rumbled fiercely beneath my feet. A cold jet of air brushed against my leg. My head was push against the window, viewing the taxi line filled with airliners. The roar of the engine grew violently. I could feel the acceleration tuck me back into my seat. The runway seemed to slip underneath my feet, briskly increasing in speed. Then, with a sudden lurch, the nose banked upwards. Liftoff. A sudden thrust of gravity spiked across the cabin. The vertical speed rose steeply as the tail plummeted sharply. The airport slid out of sight as the aircraft approached the lush cerulean Gulf of Mexico. I glanced back at the albicant, old cabin. I looked back at the window. The waters of the gulf of Mexico darkened along with my nerves.

As I searched around the forest for food, I could hear the birds chirping, the waves clashing, and leaves falling off the trees. When I approached the shore, I spotted three unusual objects in the sea. I waited a while as the objects became visible; they were three massive ships, so immense that no one could believe I saw them. My heart accelerated and I scurried back to my village to warn the chief about my sightings.

“It is going to be okay, we will get through this as a family.” Mom said, softly.

“I known this is a tough time, Charles, but we have to stay positive,” Mother said.

“I want you to know that you don’t have to feel alone. I know you wanna reach out for your grandma, but your mother and I are still here.”

She looked at her son's determined face and hugged him hard. “You are young. You'll find ways to make a living. You'll get to be a civilian pilot if you want it bad enough.”

"I'll be okay," she told her best friend, "is that what you want me to say?"

“They’re doing all they can,” Mom whispered back. She stopped when she saw me and managed a smile. “Hi dear. How was school?”

The boat project was an enjoyable one. This project was able to test many abilities of the average student including teamwork and preparation. It also offered insight on what exactly what was and wasn’t good for different parts of the boat, but throughout the next few paragraphs a few items will be discussed. These items will include different designs of a boat whether they are good or bad, buoyant force, specific propeller types, and efficiency, the end/test results of Steven.