Boat Descriptive Writing

Have you ever looked forward to something so much that you're nearly exploding with anticipation? Well, that's how I feel as I sit on this boat with my best buddy in the whole wide world, Blake. It's the nicest day of the summer and I've been itching to take my new boat out for a spin since I bought it last summer. Obviously, I had to take Blake with me becasue we've been on boats since we were little boys. Now, at twenty-one years old, I get to sit back and relax on a boat of my own. "Hey Ethan!" Blake shouts, disrupting my plesant thoughts. "We're staring to hit some nasty waters!" I refocus on reality only to notice the brutal shaking of the canoe, waves jumping at the boat and my skinny, light haired friend trying to steady it all out. Grabbing a paddle and shoving it into the water, I desperately try to steer the boat out of the harsh waters. My attempt is in vain. Between the crashing sounds of waves I hear a shrill scream that I'll never forget. My eyes shoot up only to see my best friend get thrown off the boat. "Blake!" I cry, lunging forward, trying to grab him. It was the last thing I said before I was consumed by the unforgiving ocean. I wake …show more content…
I don't know how I'd live without that guy, he's always looking out for me. Once he disappears behind the trees, I lay back down and try to relax. Looking up, I see the sun peering through the intertwined deep green leaves and rugged brown branches of our shelter. Turning onto my side for more comfort releases the smell of old dry ferns that we've been using as bedding and blankets from underneath me. Twenty-five days, I think. We've been stranded on this island for twenty-five days. My once short black hair has grown over my dark blue eyes and my old cubby body has become much thinner from an absense of my mother's home cooked meals. "You can never have too much of my lasagna," she used to say. I laugh at the thought. Oh, how I miss my