Black Waves Research Paper

The shore near, the scent of home far, but I clung on. The rough bark of the log chafed against my bare chest, and my hands were weary from holding on. I inhaled, praying that my body can push toward the sand, and I felt my strength bitterly rise for a last stand. I heaved my futile body on the dry sea of sand and quietly allowed the light to dance one last time in the sunset of my existence.

Thoughts of drowning run rampant in every man’s mind on that boat. At dawn, the men decided that their only chance is to row toward the distant shore again and swim when the boat finally capsizes.

In the consuming darkness her body began to float upwards. Her mouth was open, letting in small discreet amounts of air, trying to buy as much time as she could before she ran out. Her fragile body was suspended in an awkward posture with her torso jutted forward and her limbs moving like a clockwork doll. Amongst the relentless whipping of the undulating waves she could hear her sister’s scream. She felt herself rise upwards as she continued to flail. She had to survive. She had to somehow reach the surface of the water and survive. She didn’t want to die. Not now. She was running out of air, no longer able to fight the urge to breathe. She looked up to see the sunlight, but she saw none. Then it dawned on her. She wouldn’t make it. She let

Although characters are simply a tool to represent the ideas of different groups in society, the views they express and voice they have provides directors with a unique opportunity to shine light on various social issues present in society. The coming of age film, The Black Balloon, directed and co-written by Elissa Down, steps into the world of the Mollison family, who through experiencing love, laughter and hardship, are able to shed light the reality of having a severely disabled family member. Throughout the film, the audience is exposed to ideas surrounding intolerance, innocence, overcoming resentment and unconditional love, as they are explored from the perspectives of Thomas, Charlie and The Parents. Overall, it is the ideas these characters represent which encourage the audience to question their own belief system, as well as the prejudices towards disability still present in society.

The life as a coast guard living in a lighthouse on a desolate coast, seems simple and easy, maybe even taskless, but for a man with a troubled mind, and an incurable fixation, existence seems like an unavoidable entropy. He gazed into the divided scene in front of him, the horizon splitting the

April 14th, 2016, 10:00 pm, on board the Norwegian Dawn. Jackson Shloo and his wife were at dinner, at the McDonald's on board. The rest of the restaurants were closed or too crowded at this hour to get a table. After their “meal,” they decided to have the night of their life, party in the club, then at Midnight go to the ship deck and watch the waves. Their kids were in their room on the ship, fast asleep, nothing could wake them up. Jackson didn’t know that he would never see them again, forever. 11:00 pm. Jackson and his wife were at the club, not drinking, but just dancing, nothing seemed different, out of the ordinary, deadly and life changing.

Billy Budd sat silently in the hard wooden chair as the ship creaked back and forth. He had been sitting there for what seemed like an eternity. No one understood that all of it was an accident, that he had just hit the man out of anger, and that it had mistakenly become the death blow. Drifting back and forth from daydreams, Billy contemplated his whole life with an emotionless expression painted on his face. The chaplain slowly peeked in from behind the worn door. Through the dim and dreary light of the faint candle, he strained to make out a solemn figure staring off into the endless sea. As the chaplain closed the door with a gentle squeak and carefully made his way to Billy, the weary sailor did not even breath.

The ocean was so calm and stretched as far as the eye could see. It changed color with the light and the depth, from green to blue to dark blue. At twilight, you can't tell the ocean from the sky. The sky was so blue and not a cloud could be seen for miles. It made me feel at peace and so harmonious. There was the scent of saltwater in the air, a scent like no other. There around we could see sharks swimming calmly in the waters of the Caribbean Sea. They were so beautiful even though they are predators of the sea. On the boat everyone was very quiet, in fear, with the only hope of getting to our destination safely. The boat was overcrowded and no one could move or they would have risked tipping it over and sinking. There were 150 people in a small boat, mostly family with children. Time went by and after a few hours of sailing we heard the magic words when the captain yelled, “Everybody relax we are out of Cuban territory, you are free! We are now on international waters”. That’s when everybody started crying and cheering with excitement. Time once again began to pass by slowly, and I remember at one point the sky started painting in an array of pink, orange and yellow, and before long the pale glow of the moon was beginning to show. Soon enough the sky started to turn black and all the stars starting to shine up in the

I lethargically began to move the oars across the glass of waters of Coleman Lake. The 12ft emerald row boat glides on top of the surface making its way to the opposite side of the lake. I continue rowing observing the breath taking views of this pristine lake, I swivel my head around and focus on these rustic cabins that are scattered around the lake, holding decades of memories with them as they start to sag towards me. I prop my oars up and reach around for the

After passing through the rugged ocean, Howland and his shipmates had no friends to welcome them. No houses or towns to repair when feeling down. As summer coming to a close, the weather was brutal, the whole country was full of woods, in which all represented a terrible

I run into the water and tumble into the waves. I feel them strongly hitting against me,I see my sister riding against the rough waves. I taste the salty sea water I got itchy sand all over I stood up just to be knocked back over.

“The Open Boat” is short tale of endurance, suffering, and redemption. The story focuses on four interesting sailors on a journey towards survival. They try their best to overcome the adversities of the water and raging storm. Crane focuses on the constant struggle of man’s immobility to control his own life. “The Open Boat” is a nonfictional fiction some call it. It typically is argued as only fiction, but many lean toward its nonfictional quality. Crane wrote the story based off his real life experience of a shipwreck he tragically endured. The Commodore, the name of the ship, was the victim of the waves and Crane just so happened to be one of its friends. He wrote 2 articles based on this tragedy, but “The Open Boat” became the best

The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past

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.

The movie ‘’ black mass’’ is an action crime movie based on true story about Whitey Bulger, a drug dealer at the southern area of Boston. Whitey Bulger is the tangled criminal of the history of Boston. He was once sentenced to Alcatraz, but then released. When he came out of the prison, he formed a small gang called it the winter hill mafia. He wasn’t satisfied with just being small and in charge of drug dealing and organized crime in a small part of the city. He wanted to control the whole city. Soon he met one of his childhood friends who was an FBI agent, with whom they made a deal to give him immunity in exchange for information about the Italian mafia in the city. For him this was a win-win situation where he got the FBI to fight his enemies and protect him while he running his gang. After the mafia leaders were taken down, he was in control of the whole city and his crimes increased. A new FBI agent was hired to investigate Whitey Bulger. He found out about all of his crimes, his cooperation with the IRA and his murders. Soon he was ordered to the jail. Everyone was caught and sentenced by the FBI except him as he escaped for 12 years before he was finally caught. His brother was the mayor of Boston. He was not aware of his brother’s business and soon after Whitey Bulger was ordered to be caught, he resigned as the mayor.