Aloha Descriptive Speech

Kauai a tragic event took place. Bethany lost her arm due to a shark attack. Furthermore, after Bethany wakes up in the emergency room and looks at her arm she is torn. She realizes the thing she loves the most, surfing, has faded away because she thinks that you have to have both arms for surfing. The archetype the sea represents fear and has “beaten” Bethany by giving her fear and losing hope that she will never surf again, but Bethany rises on top when she gets back into the water and tries to adapt to one arm while surfing.

“Yeah, I do.” I tell him. Honest. In moments, I’m above the waves, feeling the soft swell of the water beneath the soles of my feet. Laughing at the tiny fish sucking on my toes. Jumping instead of stepping over the breaker that crashes toward us. Running across a back draw as the ocean pulls up another monstrous wave. The little girl does the same as me, only on the sand. The man with the instrument puts a flower in her hair and she kisses his cheek. I see the tattoo across his chest. A Marquesan Cross. A wave surges across the backs of my legs. “This is amazing!” I cry, elated. “How do you do

As I looked backed at what seemed to be a decent sized wave, I started paddling with all my might, digging through the water, deeper and deeper. The wave came closer and I felt a push from my cousin as I caught the wave. “Stand up” my cousin yelled behind me as the monstrous wave began to swallow me up. I stood up, rode the wave all the way to the shore, and fell in love with the sport of surfing. Since that day, I have loved everything one could ever love about the sport: The salty water as it touched my body, the push of the wave as it stood me up on my smooth yet sticky board, and the exhilarating rush that I felt after every perfect ride. But not quite everything about the sport came easy to me, it took a long ride to find the love I have for the sport today. When I first started competitively surfing, I

Specific purpose: To inform my audience about the significance of the traditional dress, “Ao Dai” in Vietnamese culture.

“The Surfer,” by Judith Wright is a poem about a young, tanned, strong man surfing in the ocean. In the middle of the poem the tone warns the surfer of the looming danger of the changing sea. With the author’s specific use of diction, structure, metaphors, personification, and symbolism, the poem begins with the thrillingly surreal weightlessness as a surfer stands on the surface, to the mysterious dangerous side of the ocean. The purpose of the poem is to convey that although some things can be enjoyable they can also be dangerous, in this case the ocean.

The sea is an unknowable construct, utterly unpredictable and without pattern. The most significant and recurring descriptions of the sea relate to its ambiguity, the unrealness of its representation. The descriptions of the ocean as "indefinite as God" and the "howling infinite" are consistent with the the ocean's curiously wide-ranging characteristics. The ocean is also likened to "Hell's flames," another seemingly paradoxical analogy. As being ten thousand fathoms indicates, the ocean can be all these things; endless diversity is possible in "the vast swells of an omnipotent sea." The ocean is regarded for its resistance to human understanding. The given characteristics of the setting place a high value on mystery and a low value on the

I first encountered the ocean in 1958; I was ten. Being a map enthusiast, I knew exactly where Florida was, and I was excited to swim in the salty Atlantic Ocean. Born and raised next to frigid Lake Michigan I understood a large body of water as well as a sandy beach, but no book or encyclopedia prepared me for understanding the flavor or immensity of an ocean and its adjoining shore. Arriving at the beach I raced across the hot pure white sand to keep my feet from burning, stopping in wonder when I saw ocean waves gently caressing a seashore that seemed to go on and on forever. I knew I was somewhere special.

Eddie Aikau’s love for the ocean shined through on a surfboard. Most people enjoy the ocean in the summer months when the ocean is placid and family-friendly but Eddie loved the ocean all year around. (Pasulka). When it came to surfing, it was never a competition for Eddie. Surfing for Eddie was a connection to the ocean and the ancestral roots that were found within each wave he rode (Rolland). Surfing was symbolized as being one of the last traditional arts that the Hawaiian people practiced, and when Eddie surfed, it was a revival for his people every time he was in the water (Rolland). The ocean symbolized so much for Eddie Aikau and

A mysterious yet beautiful unknown hidden world to human eyes which held the deepest, shimmering eternal blue, just like the finest sapphire jewels or the prettiest earth flowers, hidden deep beneath the dark crystal waters. I was born in these waters, and to the ocean is where I will return and die. I closed my eyes, as I turned my face to the wind. The warm, gentle breeze caressed my bare ivory skin, as I felt the warmth and feeling return to the edges of my fingertips.

The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.

It was December of 2004 in Aceh, Indonesia, and Richard Lewis was an author who fantasized about the depth and mysteries of the ocean, especially tsunamis. He knew the dangers and the disasters that the ocean could cause that have taken away many innocent lives. Richard Lewis was trying to teach the theme of how friendship and companionship can make scary, difficult times easier, by telling the story, The Killing Sea. One historical fact he was well aware of was the struggle and damage tsunamis have caused and how society must work together to repair it.

At first I was very apprehensive about going too far out. I was afraid that I would get attack by sharks. But I figured when in Rome do as the Romans do, and I followed my family deep into the water. Because I allowed myself to be courageous I was able to have an amazing time. I swam with my family, and I was brave enough to let the waves crash against me, even though the water was very rough that day. I even found a sea urchin in the water. If I was not willing to go into the water I would not have been able to enjoy the day at the beach. Also I would have never been able to told a sea urchin in my hands.If I had not gone into the waters I would not have been able to experience my fondest memories of The

This love for water deepened as our family sojourned from one Naval base to another. Before my eighteenth birthday, I had dipped my toes in the waves at least eleven beaches, from the island of Saipan to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. This mobile childhood sparked a lifelong passion to travel the world, seeking the natural beauty of God’s magnificent creation. Water covers nearly three-quarters of the earth, therefore the opportunities to nourish my soul are more than abundant.

I turn to Shellara and with a grind on my face I say,” Are you look for a barrel with Des in it?” I then tip the barrel on it's bottom. This here is a barrel of Denmark's finest mead straight from King Leko's cellar and I have one more gift for you. When I was hunting in the far north on the lands of Sweden and Finland I heard rumors of a mushroom that will open a window that will let you see and talk to the Gods. I muss warn you, you do lose control of yourself for I have found that when I have eaten them people get hurt and that I have done some very strange things. I reach into my shirt and start to pull on a small leather strap that is attach to a bag. I then open the bag to show the dried red spotted mushroom. Removing the bag and handing

I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.