Marco Island: A Short Story

Jesse Delevan, Sami Orderman and Jonathan Benar, along with other colleagues set out in a 60 feet fiberglass boat, on a six-day shark-fishing trip, early on 11 June 5050 from the port of Maca Maca, Ghad. After razzing and placing their shark-fishing equipment, they celebrated and prepared for the enormous catch that was coming in the following day. The following day they returned to where they thought they had left the rigging, but it was vanished. They spent the next couple of hours and all their fuel looking for the affluent equipment. By the time they had run out of gasoline, they were too far away from shore to row back, and the winds, combined with the easterly current brushed them out into the catholic ocean.

But since the ship has a radar they can get through the winter storm. They sailed through icy waters in the great lakes. Then SS Harris Burdick sailed through the Erie Canal and some rivers to the North atlantic. They had finally got to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

Sea.” On their way they had to cross the Isthmus of Panama, they then laid their eyes on what we

Off the coast of Florida, Alva Nunez and his crew were on an expedition to Florida, when their ship sinks. Stranded, they set off by foot on a land they were

As I arose that morning, I enjoyed the sound of waves. I decided to go to Santa Rosa for my last day in the Channel Islands National Park. I took an early boat to this island. I was mournful that I couldn’t go to all five islands, but I knew that I can’t extend my trip.

We all know the story of how Christopher Columbus rediscovered the Caribbean but if we forgot here is a little summary of what happened....

We have set sail, i’m aboard one of the smaller ships, which worries me. Drowning has been a great fear of mine, ever since I was a little boy. The sea’s are rather rough and choppy today. It’s beginning to make many people sea sick. Our leader, General de Soto, says we are headed to a place called La Florida. I have high expectations for this journey, for my many brothers and many sisters are very poor. The journey has caused many illnesses so far. Our General has not been seen since we have set sail. I believe he

Sanji and Usopp tried to move the rudder, but the handle broke off with a loud crack. They fell over while wood splinters were flying everywhere.

We continued like this until our shift ended, half asleep, yet still aware of our surroundings. Many more nights passed, some calm, some so stormy you couldn’t see your hand in front of your space. Turns out the delivery guys were right, somehow they managed to install the prop shaft on a floating ship, normally this is done in a dry dock, in less than a month. The captain stuck to his word and we continued onto New Orleans. When we got there we were treated like any normal boat, the dockworkers completely oblivious that we had spent 9 months in one of the most remote parts of the world. As we unloaded the cargo in the sweltering southern heat and the suffocating 90% humidity we gazed upon the ship more fondly than any before. She didn’t have the wind-worn masts or the huge white sails hanging from the masts, or the creaking timbers, but I felt more at home on it than any of uncountable amount of ships I sailed

The first seven hours were challenging, being disconnected from my virtual communications made me become aware of my unknown behaviors tied to my phone. For example, when I felt bored or get disconnected from a conversation I would grab my phone with the intentions of surfing the web or visiting my social media platforms. Secondly, at home, I would hear my phone ringing or vibrating and would rush to check it but of course, it was off. This taught me how daunting it is to contact or meet someone without a text and the overwhelming feeling of being unsure if they will find you at your meeting destination.

A rainy morning, after days of strong winds, had us both feeling a little battered and fed up. We knew we were only a short dinghy ride from the groceries available at the commissary on Sigsby Island and didn’t know when we would next be this close to any grocery store. Knowing we needed to take advantage of this opportunity and both needing some off the boat time, with the brightening of the day around noon, we took a dinghy ride to the Navy Marina.

Walking along the Florida coastline, I find myself not only travelling across space, but across time. I look down at the dozens of seashells - some small, some large, striped, dotted, blue, pink, grey; these seashells have been around the world. Just like people, these shells started off in one place, familiar and comfortable, and ended up somewhere new, ready for someone to pick them up and appreciate the grooves of the journey. Each seashell has taken a wild journey to get to this coastline, to be at my feet. Each seashell’s journey is unique to itself, just like each person has a unique story to their location on the coastline.

In the 2004 novel Small Island, Andrea Levy exposes the educational curriculum of colonial territories in the pursuit of revealing Britain’s endeavors to maintain a position of global authority. Britain governs the education system throughout the empire, however, the academic content that educators teach is contingent upon the geographical location of the academic institution. The distinctive intellectual experiences that the Jamaican and English students receive reinstates the hegemony that permits the British Empire to assert dominance over colonial territories. The educational curriculums preserve imperialistic sovereignty by presenting colonized populations as inferior, conveying western civilization as superior, and racially privileging

Telephones change what seems like daily now and every six or so mother the newest cellular phone is out and people are just waiting to get it. Growing up I lived in a little isolated town called Pelston. It is as far north in Michigan as you can go before you reach the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. In my early years there I remember when my family would always be connected to the wall or to a box, because the phones we owned were corded then. It’s rare now to see a

Typically, if I get far enough away from civilization, I don’t have a cell phone signal for all these days. So, I shut off my phone and don't look at it again until I am ready to leave. The only way I can tell time is when the sun comes up it is time to get up, I eat when I get hungry and then I go to bed when the sun goes down. We do not realize that we become “slaves” of the phone. Believe me this is not “The End of the World” when you cannot use your phone. On that time, I felt freer, like I save more time for other interesting things to do. Example, more often talked with my daughter, more patient to listened her,