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Creative Writing: Poetic Ocean In Palm Beach

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As the sun quickly rose over the visible horizon of the dark blue, brisk waters of the Atlantic Ocean in Palm Beach, Florida, John knew he was late as he threw his rod and tackle box onto his fishing boat. The boat had a navy blue hull with white and brown accents that emphasized the boat and on the side was painted “Sharon” in memory of his wife who had died the year before. He untied the cleats attaching his boat to the pier, started up the engine and as the exhaust filled the air, he set off. Every week John looked forward to this, he looked forward to fishing on the weekend. Fishing was the only thing John had left. As he drifted along the smooth water toward his favorite fishing spot, John thought about his wife who, his wife was all …show more content…

Where am I? What is this?” John stood up only to quickly fall back down with a sharp pain in his leg.
“AH!” screamed John in agony. He looked down at his leg to find it bent in the wrong direction.
“HELP! Somebody please help!” John screamed, but there was no response. John looked out to the ocean and could not see anything out there, nothing but the ocean.
John knew he would not be going anywhere for a while so he gathered up materials and wood from what appeared to be left of his boat. He gathered wood and reached into his pocket and grabbed his trusty Zippo lighter he always carried with him. After a few failed attempts, he finally got a fire going. As the sun began to set over the horizon, the reality of the situation began to set into John’s mind. He knew he was in trouble and he knew he needed to find help quickly. As the night grew darker and the fire died down a noise came from behind John. He pays no attention to it at first, then he hears it again.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” John looks around and sees nothing so he turns back to the fire… WHACK. Everything goes dark. Everything goes …show more content…

He was not surprised when it did not budge. He tried again with the little energy he had and still nothing. Hours went by and John began to lose hope until he heard something in the distance. He saw three muscular men approaching with dismantled animal carcass. As he backed himself into the corner, the men approached. “You hungry?” Asked one of the men while holding the carcass still dripping with blood. “I’m gonna have to pass on that one.” John began gagging at the sight of the dead animal that appeared to be a wild pig. “Here drink.” demanded the man holding out a wooden cup filled with water. John took the cup and immediately gulped it down. The man handed him another cup and John gulped it down as quickly as the first. The other two men began skinning and preparing the pig to eat. Despite locking him in a cage, the men’s hospitality comforted John. “Who are you guys?” John curiously asked.
“We should be asking you the same thing.” Replied one of the three men in a witty tone. “Well my name is John Harper, I am 42 years old, and I come from Palm Beach

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