Short Story: A School Trip to the Holiday Island of Jeju

The problem was, there wasn’t enough time to think. The ship was just being bombarded with waves, upon waves. They rattled the entire ship, front to back. Not to mention the downpour of rain, and bolts of lightning flying from the sky. With all this happening, my body began to shut down. I couldn’t control. I didn’t know what to do. Then, I began to make out a faint voice. I could barely hear it. I finally realized it was the captain yelling, “Shukhuv you damned fool! Get over here and tie down the masts! We won’t stand a chance without them!”

This was no “mayday” call since there was no immediate threat to life or limb. However, urgent distress must have been more than evident in my voice. Sea-Tow Tampa Bay in St. Petersburg answered my call within seconds. “Stand by. We’ll have a tow-boat with you in about 40 minutes” came the ever-so-calm voice over the radio. I felt a deep sense of relief that help was on the way, then near panic when I thought about everything that could go wrong in 40 minutes. By this time Guinevere was listing heavily to starboard. Either the water was getting shallower, or we were being pushed further onto the sandbank by the incoming tide. My attempts to back out against the current only served to stir the sandy bottom, obscuring what little visibility we had. Gavin quietly organized the crew to secure everything on deck and in the cabin below, which looked as if someone had picked it up and shaken it like a cocktail

It takes just twelve minuets for the lives aboard the USS Indianapolis to change; through a devastating event the sailors must learn to deal with their fears in order to survive. After the sinking of their beloved ship the stranded survivors fear help will not come. “ A quick survey turned up three rafts, provisioned with tins of spam, malted milk tablets and four casks of fresh water, not much for so many men, but it was better than

Glancing toward the bridge window, she noticed the captain’s chair wasn’t bolted down. Walking over, she grabbed the chair and began smashing it into the door. After a few minutes of swinging the chair and uttering a number of colorful metaphors, she collapsed, exhausted. She was going to die here. There was no way out of this.

Father was on that ship. But more importantly, I needed to help the injured. I saw an old man being shot at. I ran to go help him, but… “BAM” I heard a tremendous boom, and then I heard nothing at all.

Upon stepping in the boat, they handed us blue ponchos. The floor was metal, with thin, almond-shaped bumps on them, forming many little crosses. There were some rooms where you could watch through the windows and not get wet. Thinking that was pretty boring, I chose staying outside, where blue chairs lined the walls of the rooms inside. I chose a seat on the starboard side, quite close to the metal railings that bordered the walls of the boat. My little sister sat next to me, her smiling face bursting with excitement. I felt a little jerk, and the boat started moving and the thundering falls grew closer. Though I was warned not to stand up, I got excited and rushed out of my seat, eager to see the falls. My hands grabbed the railings as I watched the roaring waters go around in a horseshoe shape. After a while. the sky darkened, lightning flashed, thunder boomed, winds whipped up, and it started pouring. I started to regret staying outside and started slowly making my back to my seat. The boat lurched to the starboard side, and I slid back to the railing. My sister, the only other person nearby, screamed as she jerked forward, her seatbelt stopping her from flying into the water. I slowly got up but the boat lurched to the other side and I went flying forward, my head hitting a chair. Clutching my head, my vision dimmed and I went flying towards the railing again. Horrified, I suddenly realized that I missed the metal bar entirely and was actually hurtling towards the water. On impact, my body instinctively curled into a ball. I fought to reach the surface, but the water from the falls was pushing me down. When my head last broke the surface, I saw many more people in the place where I fell out. They were probably the people from the inside, who saw me tumbling out of the boat. The freezing water made it hard to think and hard to move. After around what I thought was

It was a day like any other, until Surai hears a piercing screech that slowly fades away. “Hey, did you guys hear that?” says Surai. “Yeah it sounded like a scream” replies Tooler. “I wonder who it was?” questions Mickey. All of them rush to the edge and discover nothing. They all say their goodnights and return to our rooms. They all go to sleep wondering who made that noise. The next day we wake up and find a load of people crowded on the deck. “It’s chaos” Surai says. Tooler goes up and asks Schmedrick what’s wrong. “Schmandon has gone missing, and a bunch of people thought they heard a scream last night” replies Schmedrick. Surai, Mickey, and Tooler then realize that it was Schmandon who made the scream last night. “I think that Schmandon

"Lower the mizzenmasts, secure the jibs, let loose the topsail," Susan barked out her command's as she turned her ship. Wondering if anyone was alive on board that small boat. Pondering how anyone could survive in the heat of the summer sun without water to sustain them. "Ready the pole hooks, and the ladder," she bellowed out as the small lifeboat drew near.

Another cannonball burst through the side of the ship, and William cried out in pain as it sent a hunk of wood straight into his right arm. Left hand trembling as it gripped his injured arm, William ran up to the deck without thinking. It was chaos. Bodies

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..."

Suddenly an incredible crack resonated throughout the ship, making everyone shudder. This sudden realisation of the imminent sinking sent everyone into panic. Many people made their way to the storage holds, grabbing as much gold as they could possibly carry. Others held their family in a soothing embrace, slowly lowering with the ship. Some jumped overboard, swimming away from the sinking boat, but quickly drowned in the freezing

“Hey I don’t know about yall, but I don't like our new Captain.” Mark says. “Ehh well he's not bad.” The crew says. “I think we should should mess up the ship.” Mark says. “Like what?” The crew replies. “You know like break some windows. Break the boards on the ship. Just mess some things up.” Mark says. “Ok we can.” The crew says. “Let's get started then” Mark

We stood on the beach watching the ship sail away from us, they refused to take us any further. So there we stood watching, waiting, and praying for the best. It was just us women and children, the men had gone ahead and scouted out the area. We could still just barely see the ship on the horizon, fading into the distance. None of us dared to more for fear of losing sight of it, so we stood there, and did not move until none of us could see it. Then we stood some more, and waited until the men came back saying it was all clear. We all turned around at the same time and didn’t dare look back, our new life had begun, and that meant we were on our own.

There was an eerie silence for a minute or so. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I couldn’t process what was happening. I just stared at her. A faint white blur in the distance growing smaller. I wanted to go to her. To protect her like I promised I would do, but I could only float away. I couldn’t bring myself to look back at her so instead I turned to look at the fading wreck that had once been our ship.

Baldwin, Hanson W. "R.M.S. Titanic." Elements of Literature. Virginia ed. Vol. Fourth Course. N.p.: Holt, Rinehart, and Winston, 2005. 328-46. Print. The Short Story : “R.M.S. Titanic” In this short story about the Titanic, several warnings of icebergs were sent out to the ship, but the captain disregarded them. The passengers of the ship continued to go about their usual activities when all of a sudden the ship shook. It was too late to change the route of the ship due to the warnings of the icebergs. The ship had sideswiped one and its compartments began to fill with water. The race between life