Burnt, peeling skin slipped off my sun beaten arm. A salty tear dropped down my face, and I swallowed it, soaking in every bit of bitter liquid I could taste. I squinted, the sun capturing my green eyes at a glare. I reached over and grabbed my sunglasses, protecting my damaged eyes from the harmful UV rays. Suddenly, the world came into view. I could hear the dark rumble of the waves crashing over the shore, and the shrieking screams of children playing in the water. My feet massaged themselves, and the toasty sand crept over my skin. It felt like a daydream. Umbrellas perched everywhere, sticking themselves into the beautiful, white sand. Seagulls hovered themselves over the the scene, occasionally taking a rest, and would peck at
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The temperature felt freezing to my sensitive, now burning red, skin. Producing long, wavy, strokes, I was within 10 feet of him. I called out “don't panic, I'm coming,” sounding far more heroic than I felt. Grasping for air, the water seemed to pull my body weight to the bottom of the ocean floor. During the process, I was intaking massive gulps of salt water, only causing me to choke while rapidly swimming. The tide only pulled him further out, causing my mission to seem impossible. The sun reflected off of the cloudy, sea water, and the murk from the dark sand made it hard to see as water splashed in my face. Salt stung my eyes and I had just realized that my sunglasses were no longer protecting them …show more content…
My efforts only led me further out in the ocean. Waves crashed into my ears and water overwhelmed my face. My head seemed to blur up, causing my thought process to be foggy. Realizing that I was holding my breath, I exhaled quickly into the water. With the boy still griping to my shoulders, I took a dive underwater.
I attempted to open my eyes, but I soon regretted it as salt sprung to my pupils and gave it a sharp painful sting. I came up for another breath. It was a less inhalation than before, but it served its purpose as a breath. Another deep dive underwater led me to feel the sand with my hands. I dug them deep in the speckled ground, and slowly clawed my way to shore.
When I was at a distance of around 25 ft to land, I could finally feel the massage on my toes again from the sand. Walking and still transporting the frightened boy, I touched the dry sand on shore. My head was still in a daze and it wasn’t too long before my headache took over and controlled my body. I could feel the child being lifted into the arms of what sounded like the mother, but I wasn’t sure. Busy chattering crowded me as I lay in the roasting sand. My senses finally came back to me, and I could see the clouds once
The temperature felt freezing to my sensitive, now burning red, skin. Producing long, wavy, strokes, I was within 10 feet of him. I called out “don't panic, I'm coming,” sounding far more heroic than I felt. Grasping for air, the water seemed to pull my body weight to the bottom of the ocean floor. During the process, I was intaking massive gulps of salt water, only causing me to choke while rapidly swimming. The tide only pulled him further out, causing my mission to seem impossible. The sun reflected off of the cloudy, sea water, and the murk from the dark sand made it hard to see as water splashed in my face. Salt stung my eyes and I had just realized that my sunglasses were no longer protecting them …show more content…
My efforts only led me further out in the ocean. Waves crashed into my ears and water overwhelmed my face. My head seemed to blur up, causing my thought process to be foggy. Realizing that I was holding my breath, I exhaled quickly into the water. With the boy still griping to my shoulders, I took a dive underwater.
I attempted to open my eyes, but I soon regretted it as salt sprung to my pupils and gave it a sharp painful sting. I came up for another breath. It was a less inhalation than before, but it served its purpose as a breath. Another deep dive underwater led me to feel the sand with my hands. I dug them deep in the speckled ground, and slowly clawed my way to shore.
When I was at a distance of around 25 ft to land, I could finally feel the massage on my toes again from the sand. Walking and still transporting the frightened boy, I touched the dry sand on shore. My head was still in a daze and it wasn’t too long before my headache took over and controlled my body. I could feel the child being lifted into the arms of what sounded like the mother, but I wasn’t sure. Busy chattering crowded me as I lay in the roasting sand. My senses finally came back to me, and I could see the clouds once