Ocean Descriptive Writing

The film The Sea Inside shares the heart warming real life story of a man named Ramon Sampedro. At the young age of twenty-six he suffered an accident while diving into shallow waters of the ocean that left him a quadriplegic. Now at the age of fifty-four, Ramon must depend on his family to survive. His older brother Jose, Jose’s wife, Manuela and their son Javi do their best to take care of Ramon and make him feel loved. Although Ramon is extremely grateful to his family and friends for their help all these years, he has come to see his life as aggravating and unsatisfying. He wishes to die with the little dignity he has left in his life. However, Ramon’s family is dead set against the thought of assisted suicide and the

If you have ever lived in proximity to coastal areas you may have seen coastline erosion first hand. The beaches you frequent during the summer may seem to be getting smaller and smaller every year. Why does your favorite beach seem to be disappearing? Coastal erosion is to blame. The waves, wind, tides and currents all play a part in the mechanism that is coastal erosion. When water and wind batter the shoreline sediments are carried out to sea and deposited on the sea floor or at other points along the coastline. This is called an erosional coastline. This erosion may be very apparent or seem to have happened overnight when it happens due to a large storm or extremely high tide.

I examine how rising or falling tide can affect the water level of Corte Madera Salt Marsh in this report. The data is from Wednesday (June 19th) and Thursday (June 20th). My hypothesis is that tide and water level have positive relationship. From the result, I learn that the water level and tide have positive relationship. However, when tide changes its direction, the water level is likely to stay or little change.

The humidity and stench were overwhelming, but I kept thinking and reminding the children that it was going to be all worth it. I had only seen a few familiar faces, but most of them I had never seen before in my life. Before the first night ended, Maribel and the children had made a few friends on the ship. It was a good way to make the voyage go by faster, for when they were at play everything seemed to go faster.

Great waves toss and turn with great force. Rushing as they collide with the earth soaking the soft sand. The ocean seemed to be howling as every wave grew as tall as a mountain. Slowly, the water creeps forward, then lazily seeping back in the vast ocean, only to do the same over and over again. The deep sea is a mysterious place where sea creatures lurk beneath the waves. Blue, sparkling water is everywhere you look with no end. The humming waves seem to whisper as if telling me the most confidential secret. You can never really hear them clearly until you dive in deeper and deeper.

The ocean in South Carolina is an amazing site. You see boats,people,fishing,swimming,children playing. If you like any of those i suggest moving there. One day my dad caught a 75 pound stingray.

“I wish I had some adventure”, Makayla said as she rubbed the sea shell. She heard her mother call her for dinner. She went down the hall, and into the kitchen. Her father was at the table reading a newspaper, and her mother was retrieving a casserole from the oven.

Early that morning Ann Marie boarded The S.S. Rosalina, carrying her luggage she was ready for her voyage. She was heading for Venice Italy, off to see her family for the holiday. Stepping onto the boat was like a new world to her, shouting from captain to ship worker or parent to child. She walked to her room, which was below deck, she shared a room with a nice woman named Violet. After setting up her room she decided it was time for her to explore the boat that she would be sailing on for the time being. She offered Violet the idea to join her on deck, Violet had declined politely. Upon the deck Ann Marie could see vast ocean to the north but to the south she could see the place she knew as home after leaving her parents at age eighteen.

As I walked in there was bunks on one side, I seen all different culture groups. Then, I sat down next to a girl about my age, she had long brown hair, blue eyes, and she had a baggy looking dress on . “ Why are coming to America “, the lady ask me. “ My husband works in America “, I said softly. “ I just want freedom, oh my the way, my name is Rachel Catherine “, Rachel said. “ My name is Hazel Elizabeth “, I said. The next 9 days at sea was horrible, I got very badly seasick, no food or water , some people were stealing out of the trash, I got some bread on the 8th day on the ship. On the next mog, I woke up, I saw the most remarkable thing I ever seen, the Statue of Liberty. People on the boat starting cheering and weeping with joy. Few minutes passed, I step off the boat heading toward Ellis

It was dark outside. Clouds loomed over the skies as I walked into the enormous colorful building. Blazing rays of LED lights shone through the entrance’s translucent windows. Brightness and gleams engulfed my vision like a wildfire. My eyes blink, trying to focus where I was walking. As I paced myself through the crowded corridors of the large hallway trying to find my group of friends, I could see murals of sea animals everywhere and signs directing where each exhibit was. Animated and overjoyed, I pranced to the first exhibit where the baby sand sharks were. They were extraordinary, swimming around their tank but sadly not able to leave their confined space. Their tank only allowed them to swim continuously in circles. Although animals in captivity tend to live longer than animals in the wild, it is depressing to mull over how they were stripped of their freedom. There was nowhere to escape when housed in such small enclosures.

Much, if not most, of my writing has been about the Seacoast. I am a place person, and I feel deeply connected to this place, both in its present and in its rich history. I moved to the area when I transferred into UNH at the age of twenty. Since then I have only relocated to spend three years in Europe. I chose to remain not because I have family or roots here (I don’t) but because I love this place. I raised two children here as a single mother, and now work for the public school system. When my children were little I did volunteer work or flex time work. That included writing a column for The Portsmouth Herald for ten years, delivering Meals on Wheels to local shut-ins, and serving on many boards including the PPLP, the Seacoast Writer’s Association, WSCA Portsmouth Community Radio (where I did a show with Terry Farish for a few years), and Jazzmouth, the Seacoast Jazz and Poetry festival,

I stood on the beach, toes touching the water, surfboard in hand. Taking a step into the ocean, I felt the cold water coming up to my ankles. I took a step back out. If I went in alone, the waves might pull me away, or the sharks would get me. But I adored surfing.

After I said my what could possibly be my last words to Hrothgar, I dove in the deep dark abyss and just began swimming, I swam for so long that I lost track of the amount of time I had been going for. At last I saw a glimpse of the seafloor, but little did I know that was the simplest part of my lengthy journey.As I began investigating the seafloor I finally received my first sighting of the massive behemoth of the monster that guarded the seafloor.I quickly pulled out my weapon and with all my sheer strength and might I swung my sword straight for the beasts' head. I soon realized that this sword, that had been through countless number of hand to hand combats and carved through the helmets had failed me. The sword did not scratch the powerful

When referring to Arizona’s water Kris Mayes, chairwoman of the state’s utility regulatory panel once said, “How do you say just how valuable water is in an arid state like Arizona?” she said. “It’s like the credit-card commercial-it’s priceless” (McKinnon). She was right, because in a dry state like Arizona, water is pretty important. To say water is ‘pretty important’ for the world is an understatement. We use water to function. And when we think of water we think of saving it. Keep the faucets from dripping or turn off the water while brushing your teeth. There are numerous tips for water conservation, but people don’t often think of the damage that is already done. Damages like ‘dead zones’. Dead zones in the ocean have been around for

The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past