The Life Of Skylark Triton

After her grandfather’s death in 1687, 16 year-old Kit feels that she must leave and sail to the only relatives she knows of, her uncle and aunt in Wethersfield, Connecticut. She desperately travels there on a ship called the Dolphin, where she meets a gentleman named Nat. She and Nat have a very playful relationship, Nat always has a mocking grin on his face and Kit occasionally flirts with him on the boat. When she arrives in Wethersfield, Connecticut, she is taken by surprise at the dull landscape and endless fields. Kit meets her uncle, a strict and sometimes grumpy man named Matthew Wood, her aunt, a sweet and caring woman named Rachel, her cousin Judith, a picky and vain young lady who’s otherwise kind, and her other cousin Mercy, a

Mothers nag us with chores and tell us to straighten up when we mess up, but mothers always know best and do everything out of love for their children. The short story “Girl” by Jamaica Kincaid demonstrates this in a list of instructions a mother gives to her daughter to help her live a successful life. Directions that are listed involve food, clothes, social skills, health, and protection of public image. Together these tasks assist in characterizing the mother and daughter. In “Girl,” Jamaica Kincaid employs characterization through the characters’ actions, conflict, and dialogue to reveal the mother’s tough love and the daughter’s immaturity.

I don’t know why, but somehow the image of the white sands between her toes, the large palm trees hanging overhead, the cool ocean breeze, the whole tropical dream, always manages to make a smile on her face. This paradise, I imagine, must be the complete opposite at home, what with being the middle child of a younger brother, Jonathan, and an older step brother, Chandlier, two cats, two dogs, a bunny, and two tropical animals called sugar gliders. This girl, who I thought I could read like an open book, proved to be very surprising and one of the friendliest people I know.

“It’s called patience, Katie,” Mom said. “ It will only be a few more minutes.” As we boarded the ship, they had to check us for lice and make sure we were American. We could already tell they were going to treat us unfairly compared to the first class. When the ship finally took off, I was off exploring the giant ship. I wanted to know every inch of this ship that took three years to build (“History”).

My aunt’s family lives in Chicago, a big city in America. My step mother owned an apartment by the South Western Hotel. I hated where we were, all you could hear the hammering, the clonking of cars and the loud whistles of ships. Aunt Margrett told me she was leaving to America her mother just died and she is attending the funeral, but she is moving there, we are going on a large ship, possibly the Mauretania. The largest ship in the world, longer than 2 football fields and weighing more than 30,000 tons! “Abigail, we are leaving tomorrow , is everything packed?” yelled Aunt Margrett. “We have everything.” I said, “What do you mean we, your brothers and sisters aren’t going, I can’t afford that.” said Aunt Margrett. There was a long pause of

We continued like this until our shift ended, half asleep, yet still aware of our surroundings. Many more nights passed, some calm, some so stormy you couldn’t see your hand in front of your space. Turns out the delivery guys were right, somehow they managed to install the prop shaft on a floating ship, normally this is done in a dry dock, in less than a month. The captain stuck to his word and we continued onto New Orleans. When we got there we were treated like any normal boat, the dockworkers completely oblivious that we had spent 9 months in one of the most remote parts of the world. As we unloaded the cargo in the sweltering southern heat and the suffocating 90% humidity we gazed upon the ship more fondly than any before. She didn’t have the wind-worn masts or the huge white sails hanging from the masts, or the creaking timbers, but I felt more at home on it than any of uncountable amount of ships I sailed

There was always a certain time we had to be back at the boat so we could leave. Bags of stuff filled our room with all kinds of things we had bought that day. The ocean was pretty when the sun hit it just right. It was just the time of day to play an enjoyable game of miniature golf. The wind was rapid, but it was cool outside. Colors of lavenders, violets, pinks, teals, and yellows filled the evening night. After a night of fun with dad, it was time to go to bed.

Evelyn came around the corner of the dock, wearing an old pair of overalls and dragging a large duffel bag behind her. Evelyn was Mia’s best friend. They had known each other since elementary school, and now they were about to graduate high school. Although Evelyn had a fear of the gulf, the thought of Mia sailing alone for a few days terrified her much more. So now using their combined strength, the two girls loaded their supplies onto the boat, and Mia proceeded to release the sailboat from its chains. Since it was her first time alone in the water, without the assistance of her father or uncle, Mia had made sure to map out the area that the girls would

As she was boarding the plane, all she could think about were those physical features that she wanted to see. While she was on the plane, the person beside her started to talk to her… he asked if she had heard about the Mediterranean Sea. She had never heard of that sea before, so she looked it up

Waves crashed over the bow. Water gushed across the deck, drenching the crew. The bow sprit plowed through the waves, diving under every crest. Eight foot swells rocked the boat with an immense power that only Mother Nature could provide. Beating upwind, the boat ripped across the stormy, grey ocean. Fighting through the squall at 15 knots, the magnificent schooner pushed on towards Gloucester. The adrenaline on board was palpable. You could see the fear in the captain’s eyes. Some were seasick, some were scared, but I was euphoric. This was what I had been dreaming of, the excitement, the intensity, the serenity that comes from complete and udder chaos. After six days of waiting, my dreams had come true. I finally got my storm, my opportunity

Jamaica Kincaid, in her story titled “Girl”, writes of a mother who is worried about her girl. Seen through the girl’s perspective, the mother gives a long list of things the girl must learn in order to grow up successfully. By learning all of these things, the girl is confronted with who she wants to be, and who her mother, and society, says she is.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who of course was not your typical girl. She grew up in a small town with two older brothers and a widowed father. Her mother died when she was just three years old. Without the influence of a mother figure she became your stereotypical tom boy. She would often wrestle along with her brothers and go to hunt and fish with her father.

As I woke in my bedroom, feeling hot and sticky, I realized it had now been six months since the cruise ship had left land. What should have been a five day cruise, still had not ended. After about three days into the cruise the radios, and any means of connection to the outside world had seized, the boats motor had stopped working. I assumed somebody would come for us, or we would eventually reach land, but I still laid here on my bed, looking up at the low ceiling of my small contained room.

There was once a little boy who lived by the sea. The boy lived there with his mother and father in a wooden cabin by the ocean. They lived in a small community of about five hundred people. The ocean was all the boy had ever known. The boy’s mother had always raised him to be careful of the sea for it is a dangerous place. However, the boy could not help but love everything about it. He came by this honestly. The boy’s father was the captain of a ship, it was known to be the fastest of all the ships in the Atlantic Ocean. The father was well recognized around the community for being an explorer. He had been to many parts of the world people could only dream of going. He told tales of meeting new ethnicities and attempting to learn knew languages. His favorite stories to tell were about the different types of food each group of people ate. The boy would sit in awe of his father, mouth wide open staring at him with disbelief. Starting from the time he was a toddler the boy knew one day he wanted to be a sailor just like his father was.

The warm salty water splashed it the boat as we cut through the seaweed. My my dad struggled to keep the bout sturdy as we zoomed across the sea. The sticky rubber for der we sat was gripings us so we couldn’t move an inch. We struck a quail ref that made us stop like sitting ducks. we saw a beautiful quail read that fish were swimming look lake they were playing. we were stuck for two minutes, but we slowly inched our way out screeching across the reef. Luckily we found out how to