“Beep, beep!” is what we heard, followed by a long vibration. Then out of the blue, we saw a very bright light appear, followed by the loud sound, “The National Weather Association has issued a high tide waves in your area until 9:00 P.M. Eastern Time.” My cousin, Olivia, and I looked at each other knowing what we both were thinking. “Absolutely not!” Ben said, knowing what we both were thinking. “This could be dangerous, and I’m not going to be the one to go and save you when you both drown in that unkind ocean! Let’s just have a calm and relaxing vacation where no one will die!” he said, trying to persuade us not to go. “Oh come on Ben! Nothing will happen! Florida waves probably don’t even get that high in high tide wave events,” I …show more content…
We had our swimsuits and beach supplies in the car already, so we didn’t have to go back to the condo. The waves were so massive compared to when we went to the beach earlier today. The dark, blue ocean is so beautiful in the Florida sunset. “Who’s ready for some High Tide Fun?” Olivia asked. “Remember what I said at dinner? I’m not saving you and make sure you don’t go too far in the water, so it won’t be as hard when mom and dad make me save you two. I’m not that tall, you know, and I’m not the best swimmer in these waves,” Ben said. “Ben needs some adventures and needs to take some risks, doesn’t he?” my dad said to Olivia and I while Ben made a mean face. Olivia and I laughed. My mom snapped some quick photos before we got drenched by the salty water, and the waves were fun to splash into. We had our boogie boards in our hands, and the sand in our toes while we rode the waves. Olivia and I had so much fun while Ben played in the sand, and mom took embarrassing videos and photos of us. Nothing was going wrong until I saw it. I don’t think anyone else saw it because I was the only one freaking out. It had it all, the dark gray scales, and the pointed fin poking out of the water. The dark eyes staring into mine, then came charging toward us, as if it wanted to attack us. I ran out of the water, my brother and cousin following me. What we saw will scar me for life. A shark that was so close, I could have reached my arm out and touch its sandpaper like scales.
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
“I don't think I can swim it,” Nichelle said “ I'm not a good swimmer.” “Can you hold your breath for thirty seconds?” Jack asked. She looked at him “ I think so,” “Then you can do it. If you can swim, I'll carry you out.” Nichelle looked at him quizzically. “Why?” “We don't leave family behind” For a moment Nichelle was speechless. “Thank you”. (Evans 261)
On June 19th, my classmates and I had field trip for Oceanography Lab (OCN 101) class with Professor Ocean Matt Horrigan. We went to Corte Madera Salt Marsh, which is located 12 miles North of San Francisco, to examine how rising and falling of tide effect on
Ben: Ladies and gentlemen. It’s now the time of the night where things take a more serious turn. All of the glorified encouragement awards have been handed out, so it’s time to get real.
In fact, according to Climate Central, these people live only four feet away from the local high tide line.
After several months of taking care of Christine with her memory impairment, Ben could not take it anymore. Before Ben left Christine he wrote a letter to her just in case her memory improved and she had questions about his absence: “I think I knew then that one day I would have to leave you. I love you more than I love anything. But I have to give our son a life. A life he deserves.
“Get over there by the tub and wait for me to tell you what I want you to do, I got an idea that your gonna alike I think, buddy.” Ben said as he moved
The next morning, Peyton and Chase met up by the dock. It smelled like fish and algae. They packed up and began to set
Groups such as Florida Fish and Wildlife Association and Mote Marine Laboratory, believe that Red Tide is completely out of our hands and is not affected by any human behavior. They claim that there are only natural explanations to Red Tide. The websites for these associations contain information stating that outbreaks of Red Tide are not linked to any human activities occurring on land (Ji 1).
Storm surge is an abnormal rise of water generated from a hurricane, over and above the predicted tide. Most storm surges are caused from the strong winds of a hurricane or tropical storm. Storm surges cause an abundant amount of flooding with no means of lowering until the winds and tides are back to normal. A hurricane can produce destructive storm surge, which is water that is pushed toward the shore by the force of the winds swirling around the storm. This advancing surge combines with the normal tides to create the hurricane storm tide, which can increase the mean water level 15 feet or more. According to the Eastern Shore Regional GIS Cooperative (ESRGC), “Maryland has been subject to its share of major flooding events from the first recorded flood on May 11, 1860 in Baltimore City along Jones Falls to the devastating floods caused by the tidal surge of Hurricane Isabel in mid-September 2003.” (Joyce &
“Eddie”, a big wave competition, took place at Waimea Beach for the first time in six years this past weekend. The waves that are critical to Big-Wave surfing reached a record height as many of them reached 60 feet this year. In order for a competition to be considered an “Eddie”, the waves must be over 40 feet high and be sustainable all day. This year, El-Nino played a big part to the height of these waves as the weather pattern fueled the water and the creation of them.
“C’mon man, don’t be such a wuss all the time we do stuff!” yells Ben.
On March 2, 2016 22 year old, Mark Hutchinson went surfing by the north shore of Oahu. Oahu has the most deadliest waves. The waves annihilate most of the surfers that try to ride the waves. The waves are copious and have large amounts. The waves are also omnipresent. Mark Hutchinson asked a few of his surfing buddies to come with, but they all made artless lies. So, Mark obviously knew they were lying, but he did not argue. He just took a plane to the northern shore of Oahu and tried to take on the most omnipotent waves in the world. Mark thought he could surf the waves, because surfing was facile for him.
“I wouldn’t get my hopes up,” Loren laughed, “Dad was trying to get us up to Ireland this summer.”
I have been a storm chaser for nearly thirty years. Hurricanes and Tsunamis have always greatly interested me because the force behind the water. When I lived in California, I would go out on the ocean with friends as they dove for scallops. What was most interesting to me, as I sat lookout on the boat, is how NOAA would position buoys to gather many types of data for the ocean’s behaviors. Years later one of the most interesting pieces of data came from an area in Fort Myers, Florida. The hurricane that hit there, was much like a Tsunamis where the Gulf waters literally appeared to dry up and you could see the ocean floor. As the waters rushed back in as a wave, canal homes were hit harder with a wave than they were with high winds. Typically,