please give me essay on " the sea and me"
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Never before did I envisage boarding a ship on my own free will. It was cloudless and beautiful. The perfect day to attempt to get over my fear of this vast ocean filled with deadly sea creatures. As I gazed out to the fishing vessels far beyond the shark nets my view was obstructed by the majestic seagulls that flew so low over the shimmering water. They darted toward the glistening surface hoping for a naïve fish to swim too close to their open mouth as if they were miners searching for diamonds in the colossal Kimberley mining pit. Someone shouted out my name and it rolled around the waves and came echoing back at me like a thousand people encouraging me to enter the ancient Roman arenas to face my death.
The ship was huge, almost palatial. The ascent up the narrow flight of stairs seemed endless and when I finally reached my destination, I wished I had never agreed to it. The sea far below glared eerily up at me green and sinister. It tossed the ship as if it were a rubber duck in a child’s bath. What appeared moments ago to be beautiful and serene had turned into a beast that liked to play with its food before slowly squeezing the life out of it? The sea seemed to be taunting me, assessing how long I would last if I were thrown into its merciless clutch. With fear in my bone and terror in my eyes, I moved into the depths of the ship, hoping to forget that below me was certain death.
Even though I was sitting on plush velvet, I could feel the ship rocking back and forth on the rushing waves. Suddenly everyone rose and headed toward the hull of the ship. I had no choice but to follow as images of the Titanic’s dining area filled with water and people tried in vain to stay above the level of the sea captured my thoughts. On board, with the stars twinkling up above like an infinite number of lighthouses leading our way and the angry swishing of the waves below, I was confused. I did not know if I should admire the beauty or be afraid of the dark water below me.
The sea tossed and turned, impatiently beating a rhythm against the sides of the ship. I stood mesmerized, watching the waves come and go. I was unable to sleep as the unsteady motion of the ship on water nauseated me. The water below was so dark and still that I could not even see a ripple break its silky surface. The night birds circled over head as if they too were watching me. I inhaled deeply to try and clear my thoughts and calm my nerves. But the smell of blood filled my nostrils like a warning. I looked down and by the light of the shy moonlight I could make out great figures fighting over something that looked suspiciously human. The sea had claimed another life.
My supper came rushing up as I watched the horrific scene unfolding before me.
Never before did I envisage boarding a ship on my own free will. It was cloudless and beautiful. The perfect day to attempt to get over my fear of this vast ocean filled with deadly sea creatures. As I gazed out to the fishing vessels far beyond the shark nets my view was obstructed by the majestic seagulls that flew so low over the shimmering water. They darted toward the glistening surface hoping for a naïve fish to swim too close to their open mouth as if they were miners searching for diamonds in the colossal Kimberley mining pit. Someone shouted out my name and it rolled around the waves and came echoing back at me like a thousand people encouraging me to enter the ancient Roman arenas to face my death.
The ship was huge, almost palatial. The ascent up the narrow flight of stairs seemed endless and when I finally reached my destination, I wished I had never agreed to it. The sea far below glared eerily up at me green and sinister. It tossed the ship as if it were a rubber duck in a child’s bath. What appeared moments ago to be beautiful and serene had turned into a beast that liked to play with its food before slowly squeezing the life out of it? The sea seemed to be taunting me, assessing how long I would last if I were thrown into its merciless clutch. With fear in my bone and terror in my eyes, I moved into the depths of the ship, hoping to forget that below me was certain death.
Even though I was sitting on plush velvet, I could feel the ship rocking back and forth on the rushing waves. Suddenly everyone rose and headed toward the hull of the ship. I had no choice but to follow as images of the Titanic’s dining area filled with water and people tried in vain to stay above the level of the sea captured my thoughts. On board, with the stars twinkling up above like an infinite number of lighthouses leading our way and the angry swishing of the waves below, I was confused. I did not know if I should admire the beauty or be afraid of the dark water below me.
The sea tossed and turned, impatiently beating a rhythm against the sides of the ship. I stood mesmerized, watching the waves come and go. I was unable to sleep as the unsteady motion of the ship on water nauseated me. The water below was so dark and still that I could not even see a ripple break its silky surface. The night birds circled over head as if they too were watching me. I inhaled deeply to try and clear my thoughts and calm my nerves. But the smell of blood filled my nostrils like a warning. I looked down and by the light of the shy moonlight I could make out great figures fighting over something that looked suspiciously human. The sea had claimed another life.
My supper came rushing up as I watched the horrific scene unfolding before me.
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