When the suns gone you will hear the firewood crackling loudly and the wind calling for you in the morning once the sun comes up. You can feel the soft sand with your bare feet as your going down the long warm sand dune. You can feel the sun baking your skin slowly, when your laying flatly on a blanket on the beach, you can feel the wind blowing into your hair as you stand in the lookout. You can feel the force of the hard rhythmic waves as they push you back to shore and then you fell the sharp shells and rough rocks as you step out of the water. If you walk on the beach you will smell the scent of fish and seaweed and when you walk into the woods you will smell the pungent scent that will remind you of dog waste, you will also smell a strong smell of grass after being mowed and if you walk back to camp you will smell the sweet scent of mosquito spray, the smell of rice and chicken and herbs.
After the time spent with the Phoenicians, Odysseus made his way home as quickly as possible. Traveling in a small boat, that was a gift from King Alcinous, at the fastest speed possible, foregoing all thoughts of adventures and any other side quests that he might do on the way. The waves rocked the tiny craft back and forth, the blue water frothing against the prow. After hours of staring into the distance, a giant wave from the port side caught Odysseus’ attention. He turned the small boat towards the wave to avoid capsizing, after riding the wave for a few minutes, it dissipated and he turned back towards Ithaca and went on his way.
Pollution is never ending it seems like and us humans are big contributes to it, we eat a sandwich at the beach and the plastic bag we had our sandwich in we throw it in the sand and the waves come to shore and pull it back into the ocean or the wind blows it into the ocean or even the seagulls in the sand digest it and that’s one of the biggest contributes to pollution in our oceans and becomes harmful to marine animals. When oil from rigs or tankers or even motor oil goes into the ocean it becomes very toxic to our marine life. Also, when loud noises are going on such as cars going by or loud ships, it has a impact on marine animals such as dolphins and whales. Pollution in the ocean is very serious and can cause serious issues to our marine life and cause decrease in the marine animals and even the animals around the ocean. But us humans can fix the amount of pollution going on in our oceans, are you willing to be one of them to decrease
In the text version of “The Most Dangerous Game,” the climax is when Rainsford is chased by Zaroff to the edge of the rocky cliff. He then makes a daring jump, hoping he makes it to the sea and not the sharp rocks below. I am seeing a fifty-fifty chance there, am I right? The film shows that the climax is when Rainsford and Eve are chased behind a cliff by Zaroff. Dogs are steadily jumping on him one by one.
Like time had stopped yet moving so fast. The words I spoke felt unreal and the steps I took felt non-existent. I looked ahead of me and all I could see was white sand and the beautiful ocean rubbing up against it. My friends and I put down our towels to go swim. Sydney, my friend, and I went into the water first.
I decided to make a run for it. I started kicking sand everywhere, it made a huge cloud and got in their mouths and eyes. Then I ripped the spear out of the officers back, took the keys to his boat as well as a piece of candy he had in there. I then sprinted as fast as I could to the boat and
I can still remember the vibrant colors of the coral in the crystal clear water. I have always loved snorkeling, and everyday we were there, I would swim down to the reef and look at all the beautiful fish. There was a fish that stood out among the others that I had never seen before. No matter how hard I fished for this striped winged fish, I could not seem to get the fish to bite.
The ocean were so calm, it barely moving my boat. It was peaceful and relaxing as I enjoyed my morning fishing. I tightly squeezed my eyes as I hooked the last bait and casted the line. I gently placed the rod against the side to catch one more fish before heading home. The boat was showered with warmth and sunshine.
This sensation unceremoniously startles me back to reality, back to being curled up underneath a blanket on a frigid October day, sipping watered-down hot chocolate that burns my tongue. The moment I step from the scratchy green grass in my yard to the cool smooth leather of my boat, I feel as though I am in a completely different universe. Out on the open water, with the wind caressing her fingers through my hair, white spray shooting up from underneath, I can relax. I look backwards at the wake cutting through an otherwise tranquil surface with the ease and fluidity of a hot knife through butter. The water is a cool blue, save for the orange buoys dotting the shoreline like freckles.
Once I find it, my head is tucked between my arms, and my hands and arms stiffen to prepare for the entry into the water. As the water recoils from the sudden intrusion, I use the momentum to launch myself forward. Then, I get a mouthful of water. As I emerged spluttering, I spot the competition way ahead of me, steamrolling through the water. I proceeded to dash through the wall of water as if there was a shark behind me.
It doesn’t stop. Then the first tree falls. You realize this is the time to run. You run towards the helicopter, taking out the obsidian rock, just in case. You hear Phil yelling behind you but his words are slurred and you know he is more and more under the influence of the crab.