Shiptrap Island Letter

I wake up from the comfort of General Zaroff’s bed. I get up and stretch, yawning. There was a lot to do. I get the up from the bed slowly, not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed, that I hadn’t had felt for three days. First of all, I have to get off this horrible island.

Coast Guard Recreational Boating Statistics Report (2014) ranks groundings as the fourth most common cause of boating accidents in the U.S., with 359 reported accidents and 13 deaths in 2014. All it takes is a momentary lapse of judgement. I had slowed to a snail’s pace as we approached what should have been the deepest part of the inlet. The incoming tide rushed past our little ship, carrying us along over ripples of sand with less than two feet of water under the keel. Even at our much reduced speed, the momentum of a 21,000 lb. sailboat grinding into sand feels just like driving into a solid brick wall. Anything not tied down, including everyone on board, was thrown forward, landing somewhere awkward or uncomfortable as Guinevere ploughed into the bottom – now somewhere less than four feet below

Thoughts of drowning run rampant in every man’s mind on that boat. At dawn, the men decided that their only chance is to row toward the distant shore again and swim when the boat finally capsizes.

The weather was decent, but evening was approaching and it was getting chillier. A lay on my stomach and steady the tube as Noah gets on. We grab on to the handles in front of us and the tube is propelled forward by the boat. We started picking up speed, but it was still easy to stay on the tube. We started reaching speeds of up to forty miles per hour. It was amazing, the water flashed by on either side. We were still going straight but we were ramping off waves. The water splashed in my face every time we went airborne and landed again, but I didn’t care. And then we started turning. We turned right, which was the side I was on. We just let the tube go where it wanted to go, but that was a mistake. The tube came closer to the gigantic wave made by the boat engine. We reamped of the wave, and I knew I was a goner. I began sliding off the tube, and I thought I was gone. Finally my body was flung into the water, but my hands had a firm grip on the handle bars. Uncle ralph slowed down enough so I could pull myself up on the tube. With most of my body soaking wet, and slippery. When we turned again we turned left. This time we tried to lean against the wave. The tactic worked pretty good, but me hit the wave again. Noah was gone in an instant. I look back and he is floating some ways back

So Fernanda jumped and “pencil dived” to grab Roene, and it worked! But when Fernanda was grabbing Roene, she dropped the rope and hatchet. When Nathan and I were landing in the water, we had to loosen the chest strap before we landed. Once we landed we had to take it off carefully and let the parachute sink. Roene and Fernanda wanted to save the parachute, for supplies. So before they hit the water, Fernanda dropped Roene into the water, Roene swam away a little. While Fernanda was still in the air she loosened the chest strap and when she landed she took it off. Meanwhile, Roene quickly grabbed the parachute and successfully saved it. We swam towards each other while Nathan inflated the dinghy. We were about a three-minute swim away from each other, but there were some pretty big waves. When we noticed that there were sharks! While the rest of us were panicking, Fernanda discovered that they were whale sharks! She told us that whale sharks don’t eat humans! We were so relieved. While we were paddling to shore, Roene hit Nathan in the head with her oar! Nathan got a concussion, but he was okay since he just lay on the bottom of the dinghy. We were a six-hour paddle

On my first time going through the simulation, I decided to settle at the red X entitled Bay Island. I chose this spot because it will be protected inside the bay. Although we may be attacked by the Spanish, I believe that the bay will provide adequate protection. A Native American chief accused me of invading his land. To avoid a conflict, I decided to offer a trade. Fortunately, this action caused us to avoid conflict with the Native Americans, hopefully beginning a fruitful relationship. I decided to build a town so that everyone will have his own living quarters. This will allow for the ambitious to open a shop, so that we may have a prosperous living arrangement. I have decided that all people, even Gentlemen, must work. We are

There have been 2 deaths on Soldier Island. We’ve been accused of committing unspeakable murders. It is not fair to lure us out just so we can be killed. I need to leave, I didn't do anything wrong, I don’t deserve this. I’ve gathered all my supplies from places around the island. I’m going to run away from this god awful island. Luckily, my dad taught me how to make boats out of scraps, something the others do not need to know. My dad was a shipbuilder and taught me to never go out to sea without any rope on me. I’ll make a raft when everyone has fallen asleep, out of the woods to make the morning fire and the rope I braught. I feel bad about leaving everyone behind but I do not trust these criminals and I wish to leave as soon as possible.

On August 28th 2017 we dragged that night due to a low-pressure system that had a lot of rain and was extremely windy. Winds up to 45 mph and more gusts. In the late morning afternoon, my husband tried to reset the anchor because we dragged on a crab trap. We tried to move the boat and a gust of wind pushed us up against the shore. Then we tried to get off, my husband reversed and forward the boat but nothing seemed to work. It was obvious that we were really stuck on the shore and needed help. We called Tow Boat US right up around 2:00 and it was high tide so we could have been easily towed out. The tow boat guy Rich, told us that he couldn't get to us until tomorrow. He checked the coordinates we gave Boat Us and told my husband the best

I have heard some of the most horrific tales from other sailors, which include the one female who lost her balance and landed with her legs between the handrails, another sailor fell down and landed head first in those same handrails (he had a concussion). Most of these reports never go outside of the need to know basis, so civilians aren't aware of them, but we are! We live our lives in constant fear that the spirits which live inside the ladder wells don't choose us as their next victim. The reason for this fear is not unwarranted either; we have to live inside this boat for 6 months out of the year at minimum. We walk upon these cursed objects approximately 50 (or more) times a day depending on which location of the boat your work station is located. Every single day we wake up with the knowledge that if we take one single wrong step, the ladder wells will claim our lives. Read this carefully, every single step we take upon those ladder wells could be our last. This dear readers, is the definition of living life on the edge of a

I am writing from Ship Trap Island to tell you—I’m alive! —but not easily. Ship Trap Island was a mystery until now, and it’s not all that bad!

It was just another windy day on Teague bay, when all of the high school sailing team decided they wanted to sail 29ers. Teague bay is a wonderful place to sail, it's protected by a reef, there's plenty of wind, and it's the perfect depth. There is only one flaw, the dreadful sunken ship lurking a foot below the surface. 29ers are the fastest youth sailing boat in the world, making them very hard to Control, especially when it's windy. We happened to have a foreign coach from the states helping out therefore he had no idea of the sunken ship. He set up a course that was a trap. The uninformed coach put the leeward mark directly on top of the sunken ship, which had a recipe for disaster. My brother and I, unaware of the booby trap, attempted

Hello Journal (or reader if I ever get off this island). My day is over, I just want to go to sleep in my hut, but I feel I should write about this, for the future. I would like to tell you about being here, stranded on an island. It is not fun. Here I am, walking around, then I see a fish. I haven’t eaten for hours so I try and grab the fish. What happens next? The fish bites my finger. I don’t have bandages, so I guess it’s time to make one. You know, being here is really scary. You never know if a huge bird is gonna come out of nowhere and steal all your supplies. Without my supplies, I’d be as weak as a cow that’s been tipped over. Wait, I don’t have any supplies. I don’t like it here-- at all--, but I guess I’ll have

Have you ever been on a boat in the open waters of the ocean? Fourteen year old David Alspeth in the book The Voyage of the FROG by Gary Paulsen is in a situation like this …

my dad mike and i were vacationing on nantucket island off the coast of massachusetts we had left from home which is concord new hampshire and had arrived at the ferry boat nantucket queen the next day we rented a boat and sailed into grebers bay the voices of other sailors the sound of the water beneath us and the flapping of the overhead sails were pleasant suddenly the peaceful scene was interrupted by shouts from anotherboat that had turned and was heading right into us watch out two men yelled excitedly weve lost control of our boat grab the tiller john dad yelled to me pull it toward you when i give the signal all right dad i responded dad grabbed the sail and as he adjusted it he yelled at me now john pull back i did what he said not

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