Descriptive Essay - A Salty Adventure

At first it was nice and calm till I looked down, and I was there shocked. There were so many sharks and sting rays. I looked up and kept swimming forward and telling myself nothing bad will happen to you Mhari, nothing. After calming down some I looked down and nothing that bad. I brought my head up and took a big

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.

She looked up at one of the biggest waves and just sighed at the look of it. "Yeah, Dad, we practiced all right... At lower tides.". She picked up her board (Which seemed heavier from all the anxiety) and lunged into the stampeding ocean. She spat out some salty water that had entered her mouth and began to paddle deeper into the vast sea. Her eyes launched side-to-side as she'd learned to use great caution while doing this. She searched for a couple of minutes before seeing the perfect wave. She turned her board around and began to push her surfboard rapidly forward. The wave picked her board up and before she knew it, she was above it. Amber carefully got up and stood on the board as the tide slowly decreased in height. Her confidence was boosted, As though she felt like she was on top of the world! Amber felt the warm breeze of air brush through her face as she smiled with delight. However, this feeling will not last long. Soon after this happened, Amber placed her foot on the wrong spot and slipped into the iciness bellow her. Amber began to panic and she now bloodshot eyes was trying to look for a way back up.

We waited as the waves crashed back and forth on the rocks. As one wave drew back we boldly rushed forward. The lukewarm water slid over our skin and resisted the movement of our legs. Clambering on to the rocks just as the next waves came, we continued on, exploring the dips and cracks of the slippery cliffs. Lost in a world of our own, and confident in our agility as we climbed, it was awhile before we heard the calling of my mother. Was she telling us to turn back? It was hard to tell over the noise of the waves and the distance between us. We were so close we thought. But looking around we realized the tide was rising. The spray of the sea was making the rocks look slick and black despite their rough edges. The way back had just become a lot more dangerous. On top of that, we had to climb up a steep part of rocks to avoid going near the water and getting mercilessly smashed by waves. Looking up at the short jagged cliff, I was not super worried because I have been climbing a manner of things since as long as I remembered. But once on the face of the rock, I realized it was going to be harder than I expected. I hung on, my arms trembling from the weight of my body. I could hear the pounding of the waves

When we splashed into the black water, I screamed. Partly because I hate water and am a little afraid of it, and partly because the icy, cold water stung my back. I wanted to rise above the water to take a deep breathe, but I reminded myself that I can breathe underwater.

Ashton wanted to stay just a little longer because as the fishermen he is, he wanted to catch the biggest fish. He implied that we needed to go further down the canal into deeper water, so we paddled out to the spot he thought the monster fish would be. We came around a corner and abruptly intruded a fierce current that took us so quickly as if we were a piece of driftwood. I was shocked when my eyes drifted out to the horizon and saw the ocean waves crashing against each other about three hundred yards away. We immediately started to turn the canoe around and paddle as hard as we could against the current. I grabbed an oar and Ashton grabbed another, as he paddled the water from his oar hitting the forceful current drenched me. I was paddling with my eyes closed at this point as water ran down my face, it was as if the current was sucking every ounce of energy I had. We could not fight it anymore, we were getting sucked out and the ocean prevailed it's daunting complication approaching. Ashton tried to quickly decide as he was the older brother and I was waiting for an answer in anticipation. Everything was happening so fast I could not

"No! Mom, STOP! I don't want to do it!" I bawled. My face flushed red , tears streaming down my face as I was backed into a corner. There was no escape, I lunged forward with a death grip around my mother's leg. Burying my face into her jeans, I pleaded one last time, to no avail. Still clinging on to her leg, she drags me over the cruel, tile floor. "Take him," she said nonchalantly, "He'll be fine." With an exasperated look she hands me over to my new swim instructor. I was still hyperventilating, overcome with fear of the water. "Let's wash away those tears!" my teacher said with a smile. Before I knew it, I was submerged beneath the water. It was only for a moment but it seemed like an eternity. Time froze, all the noise

The constant wind brushing my face was a clear indication of how fast we were going. The boat sliced through wave after wave like a giant surfboard. Gold tendrils of hair whipped around my head, refusing to be tamed. As we neared the dive site, we all started suiting up and strapping on our gear. The sun was so oppressive that I knew the cool water was going to be a relief. While we prepared, the dive master took out a dry erase board and mapped out the

A big smile breaks out on my face. Big red is what I call the big red outrigger canoe we own. I kiss dad on the cheek and rush out of the study. Big Red was were mom and me would spend our hours. Exploring the island together was my favorite pastime. Now that's she's gone I still go out almost everyday to feel close to her. I clutch the seashell necklace pendant she game me right before she passed away, sighing I tuck it into my shirt. As I climb on the canoe I push the big vessel out away from the dock so I can put up the sail. Big Red glides effortlessly through the crystal clear water. Looking down u can see all the exotic fish and corals of all different colors. I could live in this moment forever. I see some dark clouds in the corner of my and my heart stops. I quickly turn to the direction of the darkened sky and realize if I don't get home I'm going to be caught in a big storm. With all the effort I could muster I turn the rudder all the way to the right. The wind started hitting my face harder and the water became choppy. Struggling to keep the canoe afloat I saw an island in the distance. There's no way I making it home in this weather. CRACK! The mast snaps in half and falls right toward me. I watch it fall right next to me causing the wing of the boat to break off. I feel my body thrown into the air and hit the water, hard. Completely submerged in water I struggle to

“Whoever is last to the beach is getting thrown in the water” my sister hollered as the cab door opened.  My friends and I all glanced at each other and sprinted out of the car because the last thing we wanted to do is get wet and stay like that for the next 5 hours or so of the day.  Even before my feet touched the sand, I can see the tan coarse blanket that runs along the silky blue ocean.  With every breath that I inhale, I smell the salt and as I get close and closer to the beach I feel the warm breeze.  As soon as I touched the sand, my feet sank in it, and all the little grains of sand went through my toes, forming a perfect mold. With every step I took, I also felt something sharp poking my bare feet.  When I looked down I saw a spiral, miniature seashell that was pointing its rough edges to the surface of the sand.  The closer I looked, I saw more clusters of tiny seashells, all different types of shapes and vibrant colors. I tip toed forward to the ocean and picked up some of the seashells along the way.  They felt rough like sand paper from one side, but silky smooth from the

The span between the surface of the water and the top of the cliff was three hundred feet high. The profile of sharks could just barely be seen circling in the murky brown water. My toes hung off of the side of the cliff loosening pebbles from their resting place and sending them plummeting to the shark infested cauldron. My swimsuit seeped frigid droplets of water down my legs. When my friends shouted up to me their voices became whispers barely audible as the wind screamed across my ears. I felt as if I was about to collapse from anxiety.

I was didn’t feel like I should fall into the salty waters of the waves. After, some time my older sister who was much apparently stronger than me, pushed my in from the side the beach. Terrified I tried to run out until a small star like rough creature was noticed on my foot from deep below the waters surface. Grasping out I grabbed the small creature out from the water and onto my hand. I had noticed that he was curled as to give my open and much larger hand, a hug. After, realizing he meant no harm I began to put him back in the water, back to his home along with all the other creatures of the deep blue sea. Then, as I took at the small star fly into the water I look out as seen the beautiful waves of blue and white coming towards me with an accompaniment of fresh salt water air. The air pushing back my black and brunette hair as I stand confidently waiting for the gust of water to hit my knees almost as hard as my mother hit mine on the plane. After, a while we had to leave due to the tide was hitting to hard against time current from a near by storm coming

Immediately, I angled my position and went for a dead sprint toward the water. I jumped off the cliff. I never felt anything like it; the trajectory had me flying through the air for longer than I expected. A surge of adrenaline pulsed through my body, bringing a new sense of life to me. The scorching heat went away as gravity pulled my body toward the water, bringing me a pleasant breeze through my fall. Then, I finally hit the water. I didn’t stick a solid landing, as I went head first into the water. I panicked and opened my eyes under the murky water, only to see nothing but dirt and sediments float around me. I kept sinking and saw a monstrous fish swim right in front of my face. At that very moment, my body went into overdrive, and I managed to project myself back up to the

A red, large kayak was still on the shore, waiting for us to push it into the water. Since we were the only group who hadn’t left the beach, a sense of pressure was rising in me to join them before they started without us. I glanced at my mom who was talking to the instructor. Nevertheless, even though kayaking was supposed to be a joyful experience, I somehow frightened of facing what the previous couple experienced. What if I would get stuck under the current of the waves? Would I manage to swim to the surface and be able to get back in the kayak? My mind began racing with all the possible outcomes and situations that would I would most likely encounter. The guide was still waiting for us to wade into the water. I knew it was too late to decide not to go now. I would regret not trying at all instead of trying and then failing. With this in mind, I gave an I-can-do-this gesture to my mom, and she grinned with such

My head bobbed in the water, allowing my arms and legs to tread. A smile grew on my face when I saw how calm the water was, up and down and back and forth, moving in a constant wave. Before I could react, my head went under, held down by two large hands wrapped around my neck. I attempted to fight whoever was pushing me farther into the water, but my efforts were futile. My hands latched on to those of my attacker; my hair swirled over my field of vision. I screamed and let the air escape, but water filled my lungs, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. More and more water weighed me down, hundreds and thousands of feet deeper than I could handle. My body gave out; I couldn’t keep fighting. The hands around my neck squeezed tighter and tighter. Breathing was impossible.