Creative Writing: Empire Island

Dr. S.O. Young, a Cline acquaintance, was drawn by the sheer power of the storm as it assailed his home. Opening the door to a second-floor gallery, he hauled himself outside and was immediately pinned to the exterior wall by 125-mph winds. He remained there, agape, as he surveyed the unfolding drama.

(213). The narrator once again speaks of the sea as if it were human. Stating the “waves paced to and fro” and “the great sea’s voice”, he gives the sea life and a voice. Having figures of speech such as these gives the story life and a vivid

As the poem goes on the sailor steps aboard and realizes that the ship is not actually that bad, but just given a bad reputation. When the sailor takes the ship as his own the poem ends with a chambered nautilus as the last

Suddenly an incredible crack resonated throughout the ship, making everyone shudder. This sudden realisation of the imminent sinking sent everyone into panic. Many people made their way to the storage holds, grabbing as much gold as they could possibly carry. Others held their family in a soothing embrace, slowly lowering with the ship. Some jumped overboard, swimming away from the sinking boat, but quickly drowned in the freezing

Dolores fell roughly to her knees and just barely avoided hitting her head on the edge of the bunk. Shocked and disorientated the young woman failed to realise that the whole boat was tilting to its side and only after things in her cabin started to fall over, it dawned on her that she was in trouble. Moments later water started entering the cabin which felt surreal to Dolores, it could not be could it? Her cabin was supposed to be high above the waterline, yet she felt the cold lashing water hit her feet and knees. By the time she managed to get up and make up her mind of how to proceed, the water had risen to her hips already, the cold almost paralysing her. What followed would only remembered by her in a blur. The opening of her cabin door, half swimming half walking through the corridor, the wetness, the cold and most distinguishable, the fear. Never had she been so afraid in her entire life, never had she been afraid for her life. Inside her mind she begged god to help her. She would have begged the crewmen as well yet there was no sign of anybody. Dolores faintly remembered seeing half of the boat submerged and herself holding on to a piece of wood for dear life in the all surrounding darkness of the night on 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

As the stern of the ship went below the water it spiraled counter clockwise and piece by piece tore off every single

One night, they took the boat to the beach. After several attempts, they got into the ocean. They got lost at sea for a week. They didn’t

The ship had damaged sails and rigging; some of the sails were missing altogether. More than one meter of water was in the ship’s hold, which was a considerable amount for a ship so large. The crew’s belongings looked tidy, albeit wet from water that had entered from the main deck or skylights. The captain’s quarters was a bit more messy, but there was no evidence of a struggle. A sheathed sword was beneath the bed, but most of the

She could not be sure, but inside knew it was the ship she had sailed. Where she is, how many survived, she didn’t know, but thankful she’s alive. Had she been able to hold on to a fragment of the ship, drift ashore? Her mind vague on such, yet a clutched hand seems to indicate so.

In the first five stanzas, the author discusses the already submerged ship. ?Stilly couches she,? describes the ship resting on the bottom of the ocean. The lines, ?Jewels in joy designed?lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind?, point out the waste of money, technology and craftsmanship going down with the

As the powerful abyss consumes my convulsing body, my arms and legs propel me through the dark emptiness. The sloshing water lapping my ears, drowns out the sounds of the rushing water above, as I break to the surface. Tackling the sunlit board with one arm and hauling my limp body aboard the smooth, water-beaded paddleboard, a calmness immediately claims me, as I gaze above to the piercing blue sky. As I regain my footing on the wobbling yellow board, I can feel the sun’s rays dance over my skin and dry the water that cascades down my soaking frame. Leaning back and plunging the paddle within the depths of the Colorado River, my sinewy arms mechanically take shape, and thrust me forward.

After that , The Rogue wave hit ! The wave hit them so hard that there sail boat flipped over . This was not a regular wave this was a wave about 800 feet tall . Sully got to safety right after it hit . He noticed that his sister scoot was missing . So he started to call her name over and over. But , then he noticed that she was trapped under the water inside of the galley .

The boat had to back out of its spot on the dock and we could finally

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