Down at the Dinghy

windmill. The men prepare to jump from the ship and swim ashore. The captain holds onto the boat afraid he will drown. A man appears on the beach naked and helps the men onto the shore. Everyone makes it except for Billie the oiler who is found face down in the sand dead. Tone: Crane has the ability to create multiple tones all in one passage. The tone seems to be a tad dreary and tragic do to the fact that at any moment the men could all be drowned. Although, when there is dialogue there is more

In his short story “The Open Boat,” Stephen Crane presents a view of Nature’s significance and of men’s insignificance in Nature. The story commences with the crew of a sunken steamboat braving the unforgiving sea in their ten-foot dinghy. Consisting of a captain, an oiler, a cook, and a correspondent, the crew is attempting to reach either a house of refuge or a life-saving station off the coast of the Mosquito Inlet Lighthouse. Throughout the entirety of this piece of literature, Nature bestows

reader. At the end of the story the narrator makes some vivid similes such as “The third wave moved forward, huge, furious, implacable. It fairly swallowed the dinghy, and almost simultaneously the men tumbled into the sea”(212). Here he is speaking of the waves as if they were human by stating they are “furious” and “fairly swallowed the dinghy”. Once rescued the narrator describes the night as follows: “When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the

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!”

The light wind licked my hair and the dirt crunched under my shoes as I walked down the steep hill. I climbed across the damp rocks that made up this small beach and searched for the ropes that would pull in our dingy. My dad came down after and set our life jackets and other gear carefully down on the rocks and smiled. “Here, let me show you how to bring the dinghy in.” He showed me the proper knots to tie and how important it was to make sure there was no seaweed on the

Sherelle Gordon English 201 Section 4 Novel Essay The City of Refuge 10/8/2014 The Migrant Williams The experiences of the SJ, Lucy, and Wesley Williams in, The City of Refuge are deeply penetrating. Their experiences overflow with heartache, sacrifice, love, and rebirth. In the novel, we are introduced to Lucy Williams, a troubled soul, with a generous personality. Lucy’s brother, SJ Williams, a heartbroken carpenter, who was always willing to lend a hand. Last we have Wesley Williams, Lucy’s misguided

On the rubber dingy fear coursed thought my blood. I held tightly onto Yara as we were pushed and pulled as more and more people tried to fit onto the boat. I could see Mama and Papa amongst the crowd gathered on the shore. The silent tears streaked down my eyes. This was the last time I may see them. Through the black night they were faintly illuminated by the flickering light, amid a crowd of strangers anxious to escape. The small engine roared to life and the small dingy lurched forward, escaping

The Syrian civil war has caused 9 million to 10 million people to lose their homes. Those people are now refugees leaving their native land because they either have no place to stay at or they are fearful. They want a better life for their families and, so they would resort to using unsafe means to accomplish that goal. Refugees would go on boats or travel by foot from the Middle East and Africa to go all the way to Europe; most go through the Mediterranean Sea by boat. Because of this, many people

sets human thinking and nature apart from an uncaring universe. In “The Open Boat,” Crane illustrates aspects in the universe as hostile towards humans. First, Crane illustrates the animosity of the rapid waves that surround and engulf the small dinghy that the men struggle to stay on.: “The waves were most wrongfully and barbarously abrupt and tall”, “nervously anxious to do something in the way of swamping boats”, “save

The ‘citiots’ are coming. Having spotted a herd of fanny packs on the horizon, I sent a fistful of milk chocolate doubloons raining down on the throng of incoming tourists. Beside me, my classmate, Dory—named, ironically enough, after the fishing boat—bellowed “Ahoy, matey!” in a quasi-pirate accent. Adjusting the feather on my skull-and-crossbones cap, I surveyed the incoming wave of urbanites—families who, having wormed their way out of the Big Apple, now zigzagged through my sleepy, one-traffic-light-hometown