Amontillado-Personal Narrative

Then he leaped for out into the sea...Rainsford tried and tried to swim away from this horrible island. The raging waters of the sea splashed in his face. The salt from the water stings like a bee in his wounds. His stomach rumbles like thunder. He is fighting with himself on whether to turn back or not. He finally decided to go on and swim further and further. He is exhausted and thirsty.
In a distance he sees land and figures he would take a break. He could eat a whole horse. He doesn’t know what time it is and what day it is. He sees some berries and wonders if there poisonous or not. He figures what the heck I’m starving and these berries are the only decent thing on this island. He sees some coconuts in a tree and wonders if he could climb that narrow trunk and get some. He wonders how far Whitney is and if he catch up. He hums a tune and dozes off.
He wakes up to wet. It must have rained he thought. He should eat again to get some strength before he sets off to find Whitney again. He tries to climb the palm tree to get some coconuts so he can get something to drink. He thought about how many miles did he go yesterday …show more content…
The salt still stings his lacerations. That is the one thing I forgot I forgot to wrap my cuts with something on the island, Rainsford thought. There is a haze of fog. He barely can make out a ship. Whitney at last, Rainsford thought. He comes closer and it is his ship! He comes closer and closer until he can yell louder than the waves slapping the vessel. “Whitney,” Rainsford screamed. “Rainsford, long time no see,” Whitney hollered back. “No kidding,” Rainsford yelled. “You must be thirsty, starving, and exhausted,” Whitney hollered. “No, not really,” Rainsford screamed. “Say, where have you been?”, asked Whitney. “Well, I dropped my pipe into the sea and went to grab when I fell in,” said Rainsford. “Oh,” Whitney said. “That isn’t the worst