The Last Leaf Epilogue

Just as he was halfway down the spiraling wooden staircase of the lighthouse he heard a muffled, “Mayday, mayday, mayday!”. Could it be? Am I imagining this? Without skipping a beat, he bolted back up the stairs, feeling something go out in his hip, disregarding his injury, he plopped back into his worn out armchair and picked up the microphone. Trying to mask his kid like excitement, he mustered up an authoritative voice and answered back, “This is coast guard Ogden Hall, please state your emergency,

It’s 0430, and it’s time to hike ten miles uphill. Exhausting. The chants of my instructor are locked into my mind desperately trying to find some relief. My knees want to collapse, and my head is starting pound. There it comes again…”Mama, Mama, can’t you see? What this Corps has done for me? Put me in a barber's chair snip, snap and I had no hair. And if I die in a combat zone, box me up and ship me home! Put me in a set of Dress Blues, comb my hair and shine my shoes. Pin my medals upon my chest. Tell my Mama I did my best. Mama, Mama don’t you cry. Marine Corps motto is "Do or Die!" Say, left, right, left. Left, right, left. Low, right, left. Lefty, right, low. I hear a conversation being held behind me. Odd. I tried not to listen, but it was

Finally looking at them he stared and slowly placed the paper at the top of his cluttered desk, turning to the two men and sighed the first words, "More of this madness.” Gazing out the window he continued, “For months this town has been unsettled and upset because of these damn requests and these damn ships. Were you present yesterday at the fight at the waterfront?” They shook their head no. “Over the most unbelievable thing,” he shook his head as if scolding school boys. “It seems that one of the sailors, a questionable man he must be, to go on this voyage and perhaps with a bit too much drink in him, told your Captain that,” here the shop keeper played the part of a drunk, “Aye, the 'La Gallega' was a most awkward ship for such a voyage!”

"Men began shouting fiercely to be heard over the din they themselves were causing." (11)

“Thanks a lot for the help, we’ve been stuck here for a while.” Peyton said. They proceeded to tell the fisherman about their erratic adventure.

is “mission accomplishment.” Above anything else accomplish the mission. Seeing how I’m in charge it lies with me to get the Ammo to the Battery tonight. Knowing I can’t sit around and twiddle my thumbs it’s time to move but first thing is first, I bow my head on the spot and say a very popular prayer I say, “Lord see me through this, amen.” Huddled up with my marines they ask me “what is the plan Mangan?” I say to them “well first thing is first, we a’int going anywhere without fuel.” On que like a scene out of a movie a gas tanker comes rolling into the FASP and with the voice of an angel he says, “Does anyone need Gas?” The irony of it is that Gas Tanker comes once a month to fill up a couple of generators. I tell him our conundrum that we’re in and he hooks it up with enough gas to at least have a dreamer’s chance of wondering through the desert at night in hopes of finding our battery. Fortune has it that my sergeant was big on making me learn the map of 29 Palms so I at least knew what direction to aim for. I confidently tell my Marines that I know the general direction and we’re going to go find the highest ground and survey the area with hopes of seeing our battery (and also hope we don’t accidently drive through a live fire Range and blow up and die, that was somewhat on our

One crew member speaks a little too loudly. I am afraid Antaeus might have heard, but he hasn’t done anything. I believe we are fine. “Shut up! He might have heard you, which would foil our plan.

said "If anyone hears me please say something" and he heard a voice and Captain John said"

“But I didn't call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone--he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn

They were startled by the fear they could hear in the voice of the young Petty Officer making the call. “Blackbeard Main, this is Blackbeard Actual we have an estimate of 500 hostiles in view. We are requesting reinforcements.” Said the young Petty Officer.

“I want you to organize a chopper filled with our finest soldiers. We are going to try to draw it out and that’s a order. We need to create a diversion in order to save them from the beast.” The General gave the order.

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..."

I had no idea what was going on. We were only on a routine trip across the Black Sea. “How’d it get this bad?” I thought to myself.

The evening was cold, stormy, and growing darker. CRAAACK! The storm raged on and on through the night. Captain Matthias White of the Seahawk yelled, "Starboard side! Bail!" As the crew started to bail, Matthias handed a spyglass to his second-in-command, first mate Benjamin Elliot. "Tell me what you see," Matthias

The crew members either stand still, paralyzed, or rush to grab their guns; both reactions are a result of their fear of the mysterious, unknown cries. The fog that clouds the mysterious jungle and hides the source of the hideous shrieking adds to the men's’ nervousness; possibly because they are already aware of their own transgressions and sinful motives of exploiting the natives. The high-pitched scream triggers a response in the men’s brains: what did they do wrong to deserve what has come to them? This thought process leaves the men in silence due to fear and partly introspection. Stress and fear fall onto the men, and they show signs such as face twitching, hand trembling, and unblinking eyes (p. 36).