“Miami isn’t too far; it is ninety-five miles away at the most…” Maya’s cherubic features made it hard to fabricate an excuse for wanting to stay in Cuba. I knew that staying here, staying in poverty, predisposed me to a life of misery and malnourishment. The journey would be perilous, which made me wonder if it was worth it. I longed to voice my dissent and convince her to condone the actions of the corrupt government, however I knew the time to liberate had come. My patience for living life as nothing more than a pitiful pauper, salvaging and pilfering for my next meal was beyond exhausted. Between her begging and my running thoughts, I decided to take my life into my own hands. I would begin meeting altercations with a spasmodic nature,
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When the government began to commandeer vehicles, homes, and land that most families had owned for over a hundred years, I became surfeited. I enlisted the help of a close friend whom I knew would be ready to relinquish his soul from this place of so much injustice. We began to purloin from the wealthy, as theywould have the most lucrative items. Between both of us, we managed to amass a boat motor that ran off of fuel, thin wire, and thirty-eight 2x4’s from the funeral home. The motor would abridge our journey by more than half the time, making for a somewhat terse …show more content…
I stared at the erratic patterns of the waves and fully realized that I would never return to Cuba. My reputation would be sullied beyond repair. I could tell the rest of the group had come to the same realization because they didn’t tantalize me even a bit as a single tear made its way down my wind-chapped cheek. Not even two miles out to sea, and our boat motor began grunting and steaming. Without the fuel powered engine, we were forced to paddle with the broken off edges of our wooden raft. The paddles were extremely cumbersome to hold and maneuver. Consequently, they soon made our hands and upper arms sore, yet it was too late to turn back. Slowly the cheap wire holding the raft came unraveled, which allowed the 2x4’s to float away. Then, we were left to dangle our legs into the water and hold onto the left over wood and support ourselves with our sore arms. Before we knew it, the dark clouds opened up to reveal a vicious storm. Despite us living on the coast our entire lives, none of us were champion swimmers. I was gripping onto Maya as tightly as I could, but unfortunately Ellis had become separated from the group. We screamed until we were hoarse and could no longer speak. We sobbed and held each other while the storm pushed us farther away from the final member to our
When the government began to commandeer vehicles, homes, and land that most families had owned for over a hundred years, I became surfeited. I enlisted the help of a close friend whom I knew would be ready to relinquish his soul from this place of so much injustice. We began to purloin from the wealthy, as theywould have the most lucrative items. Between both of us, we managed to amass a boat motor that ran off of fuel, thin wire, and thirty-eight 2x4’s from the funeral home. The motor would abridge our journey by more than half the time, making for a somewhat terse …show more content…
I stared at the erratic patterns of the waves and fully realized that I would never return to Cuba. My reputation would be sullied beyond repair. I could tell the rest of the group had come to the same realization because they didn’t tantalize me even a bit as a single tear made its way down my wind-chapped cheek. Not even two miles out to sea, and our boat motor began grunting and steaming. Without the fuel powered engine, we were forced to paddle with the broken off edges of our wooden raft. The paddles were extremely cumbersome to hold and maneuver. Consequently, they soon made our hands and upper arms sore, yet it was too late to turn back. Slowly the cheap wire holding the raft came unraveled, which allowed the 2x4’s to float away. Then, we were left to dangle our legs into the water and hold onto the left over wood and support ourselves with our sore arms. Before we knew it, the dark clouds opened up to reveal a vicious storm. Despite us living on the coast our entire lives, none of us were champion swimmers. I was gripping onto Maya as tightly as I could, but unfortunately Ellis had become separated from the group. We screamed until we were hoarse and could no longer speak. We sobbed and held each other while the storm pushed us farther away from the final member to our