The Witness
Captain’s log: June 30, 1867. My crew and I were thrown off course after the storm. The Witness lost part of her mast and the mainstay was damaged beyond repair. We began to float aimlessly in the vast Pacific Ocean. I have remained in good spirits despite the damage to my ship. Captain’s log: July 1, 1867. Two of my men became seasick. My first mate Rascal and lookout Skip were hunkered down below, green in the face. I felt a little woozy and laid down as well. I do not normally get seasick, but something was different about just bobbing in choppy waters and not sailing.
Captain’s log: July 2, 1867. One of my crew members, Dave, found an old sail tucked in the closet. The crew immediately attached it to what was left of the mast with a few pieces of broken ropes. Everyone’s hopes were raised. We all rejoiced at the thought of having a workable sail to be pushed by the wind. Unfortunately, we had high winds and the ropes broke. The wind sent the sail up and into the sky before it fluttered down into the water. All we could …show more content…
I held out better than my first mate Rascal. His cheeks were gaunt. His figure was tall and slim. I could see his ribs through his time-worn shirt. His skin was tanned from the exposure to the sun. I looked at him and all I could see was a shell of the man that he used to be. In the afternoon, I sat by the fire with Rascal. I slowly watched the life drain from his eyes before he keeled over and died. I became the only one on the island, the only one left of my crew. I lost everything to the sea and had nothing to live for. Another storm was rolling in. The Witness was still sitting on the sand bar, staring at me. She teased me. She was so close. If I could swim out there, I would rest well. However, if I do not swim out there, the storm that was rolling in would sweep the Witness out to sea again. I made up my mind and went. I made it back out to the Witness. I was exhausted and had no strength
Captain’s log: June 30, 1867. My crew and I were thrown off course after the storm. The Witness lost part of her mast and the mainstay was damaged beyond repair. We began to float aimlessly in the vast Pacific Ocean. I have remained in good spirits despite the damage to my ship. Captain’s log: July 1, 1867. Two of my men became seasick. My first mate Rascal and lookout Skip were hunkered down below, green in the face. I felt a little woozy and laid down as well. I do not normally get seasick, but something was different about just bobbing in choppy waters and not sailing.
Captain’s log: July 2, 1867. One of my crew members, Dave, found an old sail tucked in the closet. The crew immediately attached it to what was left of the mast with a few pieces of broken ropes. Everyone’s hopes were raised. We all rejoiced at the thought of having a workable sail to be pushed by the wind. Unfortunately, we had high winds and the ropes broke. The wind sent the sail up and into the sky before it fluttered down into the water. All we could …show more content…
I held out better than my first mate Rascal. His cheeks were gaunt. His figure was tall and slim. I could see his ribs through his time-worn shirt. His skin was tanned from the exposure to the sun. I looked at him and all I could see was a shell of the man that he used to be. In the afternoon, I sat by the fire with Rascal. I slowly watched the life drain from his eyes before he keeled over and died. I became the only one on the island, the only one left of my crew. I lost everything to the sea and had nothing to live for. Another storm was rolling in. The Witness was still sitting on the sand bar, staring at me. She teased me. She was so close. If I could swim out there, I would rest well. However, if I do not swim out there, the storm that was rolling in would sweep the Witness out to sea again. I made up my mind and went. I made it back out to the Witness. I was exhausted and had no strength