I Am Lost : The Boat

Oftentimes, when burdening or stressful circumstances begin to generate strain on an individual, they find themselves turning to literary art as a form of mental relief. This deliverance applies, in particular, to the narrator in Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper,” and the father in “The Boat,” by Alistair MacLeod. In both short stories, readers can pinpoint several instances in which these specific characters seek solace through differing formats of written language. The function of the father’s books in “The Boat,” and the narrator’s diary in “The Yellow Wallpaper,” is to serve as an instrument of escapism, rebellion, and self-expression, within the controlled existence of

After days of being out at sea a storm started up. Lightning struck the boat, but everyone was okay. It had seemed like a long night, while the boat shook back and forth from the storm. Ben tried to fall asleep for hours and finally was able to.

I then I remembered that I had those glass bottles in my pack so I was hoping that they hadn’t broken. Shoot how long was I out. The sun was already going down and if I stay here the enemy troops will find me.I started walking into the forest to get some cover and analyze my situation.

The Boat is a short story written by Alistair MacLeod in 1968. The story is narrated by a boy when after he has grown up and become a professor at Midwestern university in Cape Breton, east Canada. The narrator reflects on how events in his childhood have shaped the man he is today. He speaks about his family and the cold, frosty fishing community in Nova Scotia they belonged to. There is a somber tone and a presence of sadness, dismay and death throughout the extract. It is told in the first person, which allows for the emotions of characters to be expressed the most precise. This way, themes and symbols of the short story are carried across to the reader better. The narrator recalls his youthful teenage years as the only son, and youngest

The Captain’s Quarters was only a few strides away. Akaashi slowly pulled the door open, making sure it didn’t make a single sound. He shut the door behind him as he surveyed the room. It contained a large wooden desk pressed against the far wall, many shelves of ancient and worn looking books, a few chairs scattered around the room, and lastly a large bed with a sleeping figure. The target.

Suddenly, there was a crack of lightning and the low rumble of thunder. The waves crashed against the ship and the sailors yelped as they toppled over. As for Tom, he fell to his knees, put his hand to his mouth, and muttered, "L-LAVATORY..."

No one slept for three days, everyone on board assisting in keeping the boat upright. By September 11, George Ashby told the captain the obvious fact that we were taking on water. Many more labourers were sent down to fuel the boat as we tried to regain control but it did little to help. Water was slowly rising and all non-fuel workers were told to start bucketing out water. The cold sea continued to engulf our previously sturdy ship.

We knew that we were racing against time. My husband turned the key and the motor started to sputter and shake. He flipped some switches and tinkered with the engine, but nothing seemed to be solving the problem. Since he couldn’t figure it out, there was no question about it. We had to hook up the water bike and tow the boat back to shore. It was like a tugboat pulling a battleship. Just as we started our journey, our luck went from bad to worse. The sky that had been picture perfect was quickly changing. The sun was now playing hide and seek in the clouds. The once large white, fluffy, pillow shaped clouds that occasionally blocked out the golden sun turned into dark gray ragged clouds. With that came plump missiles of mass destruction that pelted our tender sunburned skin. It felt like icy needles penetrating throughout our bodies. The gentle winds that once danced with our boat suddenly turned into a fierce hip- hop which sent us into an ocean of mountains of angry waves. The boat tossed and turned in the heavy swells. The waves lifted us up so high and then threw us back down, I thought for sure the boat would break into tiny pieces. With one final tug, we finally made it to the dock. However, the strength of the swell, sent us crashing into another boat. Just as we tied up, I noticed a young lady unconscious on the dock. Her friends were by her side. I shouted out "Did anyone call 911" they said that they did

I quickly walked back to my mom and asked her if we could go back to the ship and she

The floor rumbled fiercely beneath my feet. A cold jet of air brushed against my leg. My head was push against the window, viewing the taxi line filled with airliners. The roar of the engine grew violently. I could feel the acceleration tuck me back into my seat. The runway seemed to slip underneath my feet, briskly increasing in speed. Then, with a sudden lurch, the nose banked upwards. Liftoff. A sudden thrust of gravity spiked across the cabin. The vertical speed rose steeply as the tail plummeted sharply. The airport slid out of sight as the aircraft approached the lush cerulean Gulf of Mexico. I glanced back at the albicant, old cabin. I looked back at the window. The waters of the gulf of Mexico darkened along with my nerves.

I helped the crew pack supplies onto the ship. Everyone was so chatty, so excited for what lies beyond the sea. I was excited too, especially since this was thought to be one of the most thrilling trips. But along with excitement, I also cared about safety. I often worried if I was going to get home alive. Of course I couldn’t say that in front of the rest of the crew, they would probably just laugh in my face. They’ve pretty much done it to every anxious man aboard. I didn’t want them to think less of me.

The plane broke in half and Selena and I swam out there, along with other passengers. When we came to the surface of the water I made sure she was okay, and not hurt too bad. One of the other passengers had an inflatable boat from the plane so we and four others got on it and started paddling. We didn't know where we were headed, we just hoped it would take us to shore. Kameron, one of the guys on the inflatable boat, said “I see land up ahead”. We headed that way, and climbed out of the boat once we got there. We didn't know what to do, we were just hoping to be safe

“I need to sleep,” the Captain said. Suddenly, the Captain backed up to look out the window and slipped. The Captain reached for the radio but fell to the ground hitting his head on the door.

what happened that night. Only time will tell, how a ship, that was built to be unsinkable,

was a big wave. The wave hit the boat. The boat started to capsize then the next