Italians typically do not eat an elaborate breakfast. Their morning nourishment consists of a straight shot of caffeine, sometimes accompanied by a cornetto; a croissant. Our first meal on board was our version of an Italian breakfast, consisting of some of the outstanding, salty, nutty pecorino cheese and a few slices of the melt-in-your-mouth Mortadella with pistachio, prosciutto and spicy salami that we bought the day before. We shared a beautiful, fragrant peach that reminded me of the peaches Vince’s father grew in his garden. They were the best I ever had. The fresh blood-orange juice was the perfect pairing beverage. Why doesn’t food at home taste like this? As the sun peeked over the horizon, we ate our breakfast on deck and watched …show more content…
Vince commanded perfect instructions for releasing the bow lines while he released the stern lines. As we motored out to sea, I stowed the fenders and kept a watchful eye out for the unexpected. I did my best to be an exemplary first mate! Somehow, it all felt surreal. It seemed like we were living in a fantasy. We were sailing on the Tyrrhenian Sea; the part of the Mediterranean off the western coast of Italy. I took a million pictures. The first spectacular site was the stronghold on the cliff. It was exactly the site I envisioned when sailing away from an ancient city somewhere in …show more content…
Proceeding at only 3 knots, it would take forever to reach our first anchorage off the coast of Capri, near the Faraglioni Rocks. Other boats in the area also seemed to be struggling to sail in the light air. After more than ninety minutes of trimming sails for optimum boat speed but going nowhere, Vince acquiesced and turned on the motor. I was lazily asleep on deck. Awakened by the sound, I couldn’t believe my eyes! We were on the southern coast of Capri, where the steep cliffs plunge straight down to the ocean floor making it possible for us to venture close to the shoreline. The dramatic beauty of the Italian coast was undeniably staggering, and seeing the beaches and tiny fishing villages at close range was truly amazing. Soon we came upon the Punta Tragara Hotel. We immediately recognized the pink and orange structure on the cliff. It was a sight I would never forget. Instantly, I reflected on our visit here in 2003. We stood in front of that hotel gazing at the yachts moored below when Vince declared that if we ever sailed in these waters we would anchor here. Now, here we were, two years later, preparing to anchor our boat. It was a “pinch me” moment for Vince. I also realized our good fortune. How did a young eleven-year old immigrant girl from Holland, raised by her grandmother and a single mom, become so fortunate later in
Drip drip drip drip…… a muffled cry can be heard in the distance. A foal lays near a body of a mare, and the mare seems to be impaled with a metal pole. On the floor there's a pool of blood that grows thicker by the minute. Then all of a sudden a loud bang can be heard, the front door is broken down, and in storms a swat team. Let's not jump ahead of ourselves, let's tell it from the beginning.
EXT. SPACE - NIGHT A small spaceship sits in the dark canvas of space surrounded by beautiful galaxies. On the side in white lettering is the word: SALVATION. A yellow glow is emitted from windows.
As they got to their destination, the screaming of girls bombarded them. A security guard opened the door and led the guys out, keeping them from being attacked from a bunch of their fans. They step out of the vehicle and walked down the way into the hotel, waving and taking pictures with their fans. When they got in they had a chance to taking a break from the long trip of getting to New York City. While Liam and Louis went to take a nap, Niall got room service and Harry went out to get a cup of iced tea.
Never fear, never fear, for I am here. Never fear, never fear, don't shed a tear. A pair of forlorn faces this way come. I know them better than some, better than themselves, though not better than the other. I know them not from what they were, nor understand who they are meant to be, but I understand what they are.
Molly awoke the sunlight shining in her face, as she peered out the window she noticed that there was many planes soaring high above. Astonished she decided to run down the stairs and out the door, right as Molly stepped out her ears abruted to the sounds of bombs exploding in the distance. Molly’s heart started to pound she was scared and disoriented; as Molly looked to the sky she saw the planes dropping bombs, she rushed inside and saw her father pacing around. Her father ushered he to a cellar inside the house, and said “this will protect you, stay in here until you hear the bombs stop dropping for at least 10 minutes.” Then her father shut the door and Molly heard him rummaging up stairs.
On January 1,2011 the tornado sirens are blaring. Storm is going back and forth like a rollercoaster. The smell of wood flying through the air. Seeing my moms head almost getting taken of by a walmart roof, it was as scary as a horror movie that almost came to life. Getting home my mom comes down stairs after the storm passes and said “I’m pregnant” all of us where in shock because we thought she was joking.
The sun peeked over the nearby mountaintop as rays of sunshine, flickered through the window as Andrew Barnes drank his coffee while watching the morning news and glanced at the newspaper before going to work. Sitting up straight in his chair as the announcer got his attention, “Late yesterday afternoon, police found an elderly couple viciously murdered in their home on the corner of Oakdale Ave and Olive St. The neighbor who asked to remain anonymous reported, no one had been seen at the residence for several days, and as well there was a terrible odor coming from the house.” Arriving at the house, the officer found all the doors locked and checked several windows before he found one open. Entering the house he followed the stench and found the elderly couple lying on the floor in the living room.
The weather gotten noticeably colder and the stars became more distinguish in the clear night sky. The sky seems a bit more open and as TK stare up at the vast night sky, he felt small as the universe open its billions of eyes down upon him. Shaking the feeling off with callous fingers through his long dreaded hair. TK mind was distracted and no matter what he do he couldn’t shake the thoughts troubling him. This missions were much more complex then he first thoughts
The day was late, and five extremely lucky kids sat upon the curb contemplating the world. Debris littered the ground, dust and god knows what else floated visibly through the dense air. The group of kids were all age 16-21, and all were friends; in a different world; a different time. They had been walking for quite some time, and now settled down in a small town they had dubbed it appropriately the town of ‘Nothing’. Welcome to ‘Nothing’.
As we walked to the docking area we bonded, bonded over things Rebecca and I have never talked about. He was 15 and named David. We snuck onto the boat and had to stay in the boiler rooms. It took 2 and a half weeks to get there.
Afterwards, Tami began cleaning the main cabin and the V-berth. She also spent laborious days discarding the mizzenmast, sails, and the mast’s foot overboard in order to protect and lighten the boat. During her journey, Tami signaled a total of three ships and a military plane using flares, smoke bombs, and a red shirt strapped to an oar. Despite these attempts and the use of her radio, she was unable to capture the attention of the plane and the first two ships. Through hard work and determination, she was able to fix the boat enough so that she could make her way to the nearest island,
But the Lord said unto me, “Do not say, I am a youth, for you shall go to all to whom I send you, and whatever I command you, you shall speak.” (Jeremiah 1:7) Five Years Later: Team seven continues to achieve every goal they put their minds to. Their mothers are nurses at the same hospital. Joshua is growing into a statue of his father.
“Oh well,” said the captain, soothing his children, “we’ll get ashore all right” (Crane 127).
Tomorrow I start for Bristol. In three weeks ' time—three weeks!—two weeks—ten days—we 'll have the best ship, sir, and the choicest crew in England...’ ‘you are always in