Short Story On Banana Boating

After breakfast I went to my cabin with Z and we got changed into our swimming suits and we went to the swimming pool. It kinda sucked. It was a salt water pool, so when the waves rocked the boat the salt water rolled toward me in a wave and I had the taste of saltwater in my mouth.

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.

I wanted to take that boat out and go tubing for the first time in my life. I was so excited that I even offered to blow up the tube by myself with nothing but my lungs, not knowing we had an air pump. Finally, after what felt like hours of begging like the annoying twelve year old I was, my dad said it was time to go. My sisters and I got our life jackets and wet shirts on, while my baby brother and step mom got on the boat, and my dad sat in the driver’s seat. My sisters and I were on the back on the tube, trying to find the best way to position our arms so we didn’t fall off. My dad turned the key to the boat and suddenly, my excitement turned to sheer panic. What happens if I fall off? What if my sisters fall off? What if there was a lake monster or a really big fish in the water? From that moment on, I was determined to stay on, so I held on to the handles for dear

That morning was absolutely perfect as the daylight broke in.The easy, warm air was lightened by the glowing sun and breathless blue Florida sky. I could hear seagulls flying up above, and there was a breeze traveling through the canal. On the boat we kids sat up front by the bow, mostly because the adults don’t wish to be

I quickly changed into comfortable clothes and woke my brother up (which probably took five minutes) and ate breakfast. I hopped into our rental car, which was presumably small. Three layers of soft, feathered blankets over me, and probably holding onto five different head pillows. “I can’t believe we get to go to South Padre Island for three days!” I yelled to my family. It takes about eight hours to arrive at our hotel, so I definitely got carsick. The good news was that we got to eat fast food! Andrew and I got to sleep a lot while the parents got to drive. We arrived after 7 pm to our hotel. Then, we grabbed our heavy, bulky, luggage and brought them to our room to the 2nd floor. After we unpacked, we were exhausted and all but we still had the stamina to go down to the beach and take a view on the glazing ocean water. It looked very delicate like a clear foil was laid on top of the water. I doused my feet in the cool, numb water. While digging my hands deep in the soft, cushy, sand, I could feel all the grains go

teenagers should not have been alone offshore). What are the kids going to do if they go offshore? What if the kid(s)’s boat capsizes and they have no clue what to do with the supplies they have left. She said there were times where she had to use quick thinking to solve problems, like when the boat’s propeller broke --- (Teen Sails With Dog From Maine to Eckerd College). This teen had to figure out a way to use her tools to fix her propeller to finish her trip. What if every kid doesn’t know how to do

I sat at the front of the boat with my two sisters and our friends as we pressed through the rough water, heading towards Three Rooker Bar. It was satisfying to relax there and feel the warm summer breeze blow through my hair. I watched the seagulls, as they circled in the air then plummeted down into the water to come back up victoriously clasping a fish. Occasionally the boat would hit a huge wave and send the salty sea water splashing up into our eyes.

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

We stepped onto the boat. No turning back. The boat started and out we went. Me and my friend Dawson were ready to have fun tubing. Unfortunately, we had to wait our turn. The minutes went past. We were sitting on the boat watching noobs fly off the tube. Finally, it was our turn.

At first I was very apprehensive about going too far out. I was afraid that I would get attack by sharks. But I figured when in Rome do as the Romans do, and I followed my family deep into the water. Because I allowed myself to be courageous I was able to have an amazing time. I swam with my family, and I was brave enough to let the waves crash against me, even though the water was very rough that day. I even found a sea urchin in the water. If I was not willing to go into the water I would not have been able to enjoy the day at the beach. Also I would have never been able to told a sea urchin in my hands.If I had not gone into the waters I would not have been able to experience my fondest memories of The

It felt like I was under the water for hour when realistically it was only a few seconds. Finally I the pressure release and bombed up to the surface. I immediately burst out into tears, my dad swam to me and tried to comfort me but I was so shook by this I couldn’t even talk. I got back on the boat and my parents tried to calm me down as we went back to the house. I finally fueled it together by the time we got to the house and announced to the whole family that” I will never water ski again!” Luckily we can laugh about it today but I still haven’t water skied since, maybe I will try it in a few year who knows but I will never forget this

Continuous waves pounding against the boat, yet you attempt to remain still.. But now you rise up from your seat, grasping onto surrounding objects to assure stability; all that you smell is the sea salt being carried throughout the air; your skin and hair are covered in a fine layer of sticky salt; you constantly fidget around your overused lifejacket attempting to make it more comfortable; and now you make your way to the white platform at the back of the boat; an assortment of rainbow colors filled the gigantic parasail that blew up off the back of the boat; ropes and latches are pulled out of a discolored bin and strapped around you; you slide into the bulky harness- now you sit… and you wait, and before you know it you hear that small,

I could feel the nice breeze hitting my face as I looked at all of the islands around us. When I felt better, I went back below and saw that the scuba divers had just jumped in and were trying to find some sea creatures, soon, they brought up a sea urchin and brought it up to the window so that everyone could see and inspect it. They did the same with a few more interesting animals like a starfish. I got seasick again so I had to go back up on top of the boat until the end of the ride. I loved the boat ride, but it felt amazing, but also weird to be back on the land. “Ugh”, I groaned. My legs were so sore and I too warm and hungry. My dad wanted to eat, too. We went to eat at the restaurant that was painted light blue with a painted sign and

It was my junior year, in a small town that is unknown to many, Junction, TX. I was there with a group from school for a three-day competition. One of the main activities that weekend was to go tubing down the Llano River for about an hour. My group and I approached the area where the tubes were being distributed. Behind that day’s activity leaders, there was a stack of orange life-jackets and as we were each handed a glossy tube, we were asked if we wanted one. We were told they were not necessary since the area we would be tubing in would be at most three feet deep. “Even if you cannot swim, you should be fine without a jacket, the water is not deep at all,” I decided not to pick up a life jacket since it was not a requirement. We approached

I knew that we would have to act quickly; my dad screamed for Gabby to pull in the floats while I pulled up the anchor. I quickly ran to the bow of the boat, and began tugging at the anchor. It didn’t take long for me to realize that it was stuck in the thick clay floor of the river. My dad really began screaming at this point being that the safety of my friends was at risk, and if you know my dad you would understand how frightening that is. Finally, I got it out; after maneuvering the boat in order to release the tension on the anchor. We started treading back to retrieve my friends that were floating further away from the boat. Once we got them back on board, we thought that it might be a good idea to just head home. At the time, my dad seemed angry with us, but looking back on it now he finds himself laughing about the overall experience we had that