Why I dislike the 75% of the earth, known as the ocean. The ocean is a vast, scary world we know little about, and we can all agree the unknown can be scary. Don 't get me wrong, though I like walking on the beach with my feet barely covered by the waves splashing in and out I 'd rather not put any more of me in the ocean. I don 't like swimming in the ocean, I don 't like tubing, surfing or even being in a boat in the ocean, and yes, I 've tried them all. Now let me tell you a story about the first time I swam in the ocean.As an eight-year-old child, I believed I knew fairly a good amount of the ocean. It was dark, massive, and almost all of it is undiscovered and unexplored. Most importantly, it was filled with terrifying creatures …show more content…
It was then I had decided I was going to accept my fate. I was going to die! There was no doubt about it, I would just be another one of the factual deaths that day.Thoughts began to race through my head.What if I drown or worse what if I get eaten by one of the many horrific creatures of the sea. It was then a wave of relief hit me when I had breached the surface. The feeling of breathing in the air had never felt better. I 'm alive! I look around expecting the same look of relief on my mother 's face, but the look on my mother 's face was anger. As she begins to storm over to me I begin to realize I 'm only in about 4 feet deep water and the cold slimy creature I had felt weave through my legs was merely a large stick covered in seaweed. I started to walk back, dragging my feet in the sand as my mother yells at me for not following the simple orders she gave me. " I can 't even leave the area for five minutes without you running off", she says. I was in shock. With so many unanswered questions. It felt like it took forever to breach the surface. The creature weaving in and out of my legs couldn 't have been merely a stick. How?! How could this be when I spent what felt like an eternity trying to escape these treacherous waters. Was it all in my head? Is it really that horrible? Maybe the ocean isn 't as bad as I thought it to be. Maybe I 'll give it another
In the short story Rogue Wave, written by Theo Taylor, a fourteen year old girl named Melissa “Scoot” Atkins ventured out on the Old Sea Dog for her very first offshore sailing trip. Her brother Sullivan “Sully” Atkins had borrowed a sailboat from Beau Tucker, and the two young sailors were enjoying a sunny, peaceful day in the ocean. Suddenly, a violent rogue wave overturned their sailboat like a cork, Poor Scoot was all alone in the galley at the time, and she was knocked out by the hitting the ceiling. Sully tried to wake her by tapping on the hull, yet he was unsuccessful. After tapping for 30 minutes, Scoot awoke in the dark.
Orcas’ Behind Closed Tanks Imagine you are a four to eight year old child and you are on vacation with your family entering into a SeaWorld. The excitement has been built up from the commercials that show you these huge and majestic animals that are not like the everyday animal you see on a daily basis. The commercials have a way of taking your imagination to another level, and any child even an adult is at awe with the level of performance these orcas’ are putting on. Amongst the magic, laughter, and adrenaline that you feel you don’t question whether or not these wild animals should be contained like they are.
The Invisible Sea is the Salton Sea. The Salton Sea has been slowly drying up. Now the lakebed that has formed because of this is polluting the air with harmful toxins. Winds then spread these toxins and people inhale them. This increases the risk of cancer, cardiovascular disease, asthma, and chronic respiratory disease.
I sat in my mud hut, pondering the decisions I have made. I think I would have done it again; for her. It 's easy to say, I haven 't yet had to deal with the full consequences of my actions yet. The man beside me, was rather languid considering the circumstances. Though I suppose he chose this too.
Christopher Reeve once said, “Either you stay in the shallow end of the pool or you go out in the ocean.” Having been growing up on a boat during the summer for a majority of my life, I have always been surrounded by the ocean. I’ve been exposed to an abundance of different species of marine life, along with their environments. However, the bottom of the ocean has always been a mystery to me; I have never been able to see the surface of the seafloor first hand. Up until today, only about 5% of the ocean has been explored; this percentage will drastically increase due to the Atlantic Ocean disappearing.
“Below, there would be no glint from beer cans and bottles, no windrows of cigarette butts, not plastic cups, bags, or PCB’s, DDT’s, polystyrenes, or other extoic concocts. There would be plenty of sounds in the sea from subtle snaps and sizzles of small crustaceans to warbles, grunts, pops, and hundreds of other variations produced by fish and marine mammals-but no throb of engines, no ping of depth sounders, no low rumble of mechanical or electronics subsea thunder” (Earle 6). In the book of Sea Change: A Message of the Oceans by Sylvia Earle, Sylvia predicts about how the Florida's Gulf Coast use to look like thousands years ago. The way she explained the Florida's Gulf Coast, she compared today's oceans versus how it use to look like.
“The dangerous mysteries of the ocean” are the inspiration behind Robert Walton’s deadly quest to the Arctic (Shelley 6). Instead of listening to the people who tried to “[persuade him] that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation”, he allowed himself to be inspired by the idea of conquering an insurmountable exploration (Shelley 1). Often people are motivated by the idea that other people do not believe in them, but this is not necessarily a good thing. When he left, he expected his homeward journey to be one of celebration, but instead he felt “ignorant and disappointed” in himself and in the journey (Shelley 160). If he had listened to the warnings, he would have never taken the disheartening journey to the Arctic that eventually destroyed every bit of confidence he once had in himself.
Ocean V. Space Exploration The ocean covers more than 70% of the Earth, yet we’ve explored only around 5% of it. This means there is so much more to explore in the ocean. The one reason we haven’t explored as much of the ocean is because of space. Space is wildly more popular, and has proven its worth with many advancements.
Exploring the ocean could help people understand Earth better to.
The ocean could be a symbol for even society in that
I leapt from the diving board my rescue tube in hand, the air whooshing past my ears and adrenaline pumping through my veins. With a resounding splash, the swimming pool’s cool crisp water surrounded me. As I tore through the water, I looked up and saw the victim, a young woman in her twenties. A wide eyed, terrified expression was on her face as she sank underwater. I swam towards her body with all of my strength
You take a huge breath in your scuba mask. You dive into the water you, open your eyes. It’s all bright and colorful. You see multiple animals. There is some that are ugly but you see the most beautiful fish.
I would have never experienced such wonders if I didn't let go of my fear. All these years, all the photos and all the stories that my friends have told me have come true. Shimmering scaled creatures swim past me in the search of something. Each having a different direction to go to. I saw luminous corals, languorous turtles silhouetted in the deep blue of the ocean and hundreds of tropical fish.
The ocean… The sound of the waves applauding and hugging the shore. The internal sounds of the body out in the world’s biggest swimming pool. The echo of my sister’s laughter. The salty smell so strong that one can taste it dancing on ones taste buds.
The sound of the whistle jolted me into action. I dove from the block, and a wave of silence crashed over me as I hit the water. For a moment, there was a sense of serenity as I swam under the surface. The spell broke as I rose for air. I could hear everyone yelling and cheering.