Narrative Essay On Jack Merridew

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Pitiful. I felt pitiful. What were we doing right now? We were all crying right now and acting like a bunch of wusses. I am Jack Merridew, I am not putting up with this anymore. I dried my eyes and stopped crying. I stood up and brushed the warm sand off of me. I subtly grabbed my spear, and hurled it forcefully at the naval officer’s back. He let out a piercing scream and fell to the ground. His white jacket soon turned red with blood, and I could not help but smile. The boys looked around and saw the naval officer on the ground. They looked at me in horror. 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…show more content…
I pressed a ton of buttons and the boat started to move and increase its speed. I was driving a boat! A real live boat! I couldn't wait to tell everyone at school about this. Wait… Who am I kidding? I'm never going back to school! All was going good, until I remembered I had absolutely no clue what I was doing. I only vaguely remembered the video they showed at boarding school about boats, in addition to my family for boat rides every month when my father visited my mom and I. I just kept driving to my best ability, but wait- where exactly was I going? Who cares, I'll find a nice little island and live there for the rest of my life hunting. That's all I want to do- hunt. I decided to explore the boat. I opened a few compartments and found a few things: gloves, a gun, and glasses. How lucky did I get? I also found an extra set of clothes, I don’t even remember the last time I wore clothes. I decided to put them on. They were about three sizes too large but I was okay with that. I put the gloves, gun, and glasses in the pockets of my pants and continued to steer the
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