Personal Narrative: Sea Water

Early one morning I was very hungry waterso, I went looking for food. When suddenly I saw something strange above the Waters point so I jumped right into the action and said you go up to the top of the water when it started attacking me with spears and oars obviously I attacked back I mean I was scared and that's when two of the boats sank and most of the humans drowned. But, one of them escaped so i just let

I was pretty hungry that afternoon, thought I would find something to eat outside of the cave. All I was expecting to find was a couple of clown fish, maybe a sea horse if I’m lucky, but never this thing!! I don’t even know what to call it, it was long, all black, and there were constantly bubbles coming out of it back. It had flippers and really big eye balls.

Finally the seine was around the colossus, and we started to yank on the ropes elevating the creature higher and higher. The water, like glass until the monster appeared, then the glass mirror was shattered. I watched as the horrifying creature hung on the rope, watching, listening and waiting for a chance to paddle away. It came down to if we would kill, and keep it, or let it go back in the deep, dark, and dangerous sea. I scrutinized it head to tail, my eyes moving up and down its green, salty, scales, trying to decide what to do with it, but I knew that there was little time left and the decision would have to come

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.

When I got back, my tub water was almost all over the place. I turn my water off and took off all my school clothes and put them on the counter. Then I put my phone right next to my bath even though it might not be smart. I put my bath salts in the water, then I grab the bath bomb and put my foot in there to check the temperature. Its a tad bit too hot. Both of my feet went in the water and eventually my whole body did. I drop my bath bomb and watch it dissolve which made my bath water turn to a pale pink color. As soon as I lean back, my phone rings. It's my Aunt Jane.

He was taciturn, knowing that if he called for help no one would hear except the sharks circling beneath his dangling feet. Looking down, he saw the monsters attack a large fish coming from the nearby coral reef. Mashing teeth made blood pour from the innocent animal, feeling as if he could hear the gruesome killing despite the crashing waves, a juxtaposition of what would soon happen once he couldn’t hold on any longer. Knowing he couldn’t call out, he began a soliloquy, making a plan for how he would get out of this situation and praying to anyone or anything that could save him. The colloquialism pushed him to try and climb just a little bit higher and he reached his right hand up to grasp the rock

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

My head raced as adrenaline rushed through my veins, I could feel fear. As I forced myself to jump, my feet lifted off the ground and the rocks from under me disappeared from under my feet and it seemed as if splash… My frail kind of chubby body hit the water and sent ripples through the water, as my head was swallowed whole by the water. My feet hit the slimy ground as it seemed to wrap around my feet attempting to trap me underwater . Franticly I kicked until I could breath again. I surfaced as my brother floated on the water “you're still a pussy”, he said in the bickering way brothers

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.

We always had five cars in my family when i was growing up. One was a Cadillac, standard of the world, my father would always remind us, a jeep, an Oldsmobile, v-8 ford that was equipped with duel carburetors, and some other brand like a Packard. The ford was a convertible and usually a bright red. He usually drove the ford for calls that he made to patients in their homes, and for driving between his two offices. His morning office was in Jerico and he went to Sheldon for the afternoon office hours. It was about eighteen miles of dirt and gravel road that separated the two offices, and driving over that road about 75-80 mph in a convertible would cause great clouds of dust that covered you and everything in the car.

Marlin swam to me and saw a zone full of Jellyfish. He swam around and he did not see me at all. Then he saw a blue thing, he said ¨That's Dory¨ He swam to me as fast as he can and he saw me on a Jellyfish and me having a scar because that Jellyfish shocked me. He tried to wake me up but there was no movement. Then I woke up. We stayed on the Jellyfish and got a little push to the Abyssopelagic.

My heart was pounding. I had been repeating the same motion for what seemed like hours. Guide the line, flip the line, roll the line, and repeat. My hands were shaky from holding the rod to tightly when I felt something yank the line. I held my breath in anticipation, as I waited to set the hook in the fish’s mouth. When I pulled back, the rod lurched forward with fish’s struggle to free itself from my hook. I steadied my legs that had been standing in the numbing river for hours, preparing for the fight to come. My reel started to whine as the fish swam, forcefully taking my line. I grabbed the reel stopping the fish and the noise, and began pulling the fish back. My adrenaline was pumping while I slowly reclaimed the line the fish took.

When you wake up on a tile floor, it is normal to have a ache in your back. My plan for the day was to go, find, and collect water. I grabbed a spool of fishing line and tied the end to my door frame, and I put the spool in my backpack, so that when I walked I made trail of string to follow back home. With this safety measure in place, I went out in search of water. After only a few hours of exploring, I heard the trickling of water. I bee lined for the source of the noise. I had found a fresh water spring! I fell to my knees, and started drinking. As far as I was concerned, this was the best tasting water on God’s green Earth. I filled several jugs that I had brought from the store, and went on exploring.

As I started to get out of the water I feel a sharp pain at the bottom of my left foot. ‘Ouch’ I thought to myself. I looked down into the green colored lake and saw nothing but my feet, some sand and tons of slimy rocks. Oh well I thought as I was getting out of the water and double checking to make sure there was nothing in the water that I could have stepped on. I stood up and walked to the other pier and jumped off.

I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.