Hello there young lad, fellow reader, whomever you may be, I hope this story affects you in a good way and as a matter of fact, it will.
You will learn in this story about myself, Adam and my brother, Richard Finley.
Together we’ll go on a journey to an island that no man has ever set its soul on.
Let me give you a few reasons why, it is harsh to man, eerie, and mysterious. Ancient legends say that people who approach this island are forever haunted until their deathbed. The ghosts that roam the island are called the Catalonian Ghouls. It is definitely no wonder that no man ever even wanted to set ashore and ponder the island’s secrets. I still continue asking myself “am I crazy?” Are we crazy for wanting to visit this island?
Maybe, …show more content…
After all, it is human nature isn’t it?
The setting of this island is in the Caribbean with a warm, blue sea.
Some of the harshest hurricanes that have been known to man attack the island with all their might. In fact, on this pleasant, Monday morning we are setting sail to it. As scary as it may seem, it will be worth the nervousness. The setting of where we are leaving is near the Florida
Keys. Over here it’s warm, humid, and definitely not a place you’d like to camp out in during the summer time. I made sure to pack some airy clothing for the trip, even though my brother insists I carry a Captain’s jacket. To me it’s not worth wearing a uniform to establish recognition when my brother already knows I’m the leader. Well, if I said that, I’d be lying.
We are both the leaders, we both make the tough decisions and the simple decisions.
Speaking of my brother, here he is. “Hey Adam, good morning. Are you excited for what lies ahead?” Said Richard. I waited a second to reply, thinking of whether I should say I’m …show more content…
Miniscule dunes surround the tortoise providing quite an obstacle course for the poor fellow. Fortunately, he seems to enjoy the obstacle course because he is constantly crawling, never stopping. Perhaps he is looking for someone. After observing the tortoise I turn around and start walking toward our house. It is a rather petite structure surrounded by palm trees, hills, and sand, of course. The house’s design itself is rather simplistic. It is only made out of woods the structure itself is on stilts. During windy days the house noticeably sways back and forth. At least it’s our house. We sleep in it, eat, and spend most of our time inside there. Think of it as a “place of gathering.”
Indeed we are glad that we have our own roof, some have to sleep under leaves like cavemen.
I personally am glad a hurricane hasn’t set ashore here yet. If one did, it would probably destroy everything we worked for the past decade. Being it quite a weak structure, before we left Richard and I reinforced the home to make it a little more sturdier. Hopefully when we come back our family and our precious home will be just as we left it there on the
You will learn in this story about myself, Adam and my brother, Richard Finley.
Together we’ll go on a journey to an island that no man has ever set its soul on.
Let me give you a few reasons why, it is harsh to man, eerie, and mysterious. Ancient legends say that people who approach this island are forever haunted until their deathbed. The ghosts that roam the island are called the Catalonian Ghouls. It is definitely no wonder that no man ever even wanted to set ashore and ponder the island’s secrets. I still continue asking myself “am I crazy?” Are we crazy for wanting to visit this island?
Maybe, …show more content…
After all, it is human nature isn’t it?
The setting of this island is in the Caribbean with a warm, blue sea.
Some of the harshest hurricanes that have been known to man attack the island with all their might. In fact, on this pleasant, Monday morning we are setting sail to it. As scary as it may seem, it will be worth the nervousness. The setting of where we are leaving is near the Florida
Keys. Over here it’s warm, humid, and definitely not a place you’d like to camp out in during the summer time. I made sure to pack some airy clothing for the trip, even though my brother insists I carry a Captain’s jacket. To me it’s not worth wearing a uniform to establish recognition when my brother already knows I’m the leader. Well, if I said that, I’d be lying.
We are both the leaders, we both make the tough decisions and the simple decisions.
Speaking of my brother, here he is. “Hey Adam, good morning. Are you excited for what lies ahead?” Said Richard. I waited a second to reply, thinking of whether I should say I’m …show more content…
Miniscule dunes surround the tortoise providing quite an obstacle course for the poor fellow. Fortunately, he seems to enjoy the obstacle course because he is constantly crawling, never stopping. Perhaps he is looking for someone. After observing the tortoise I turn around and start walking toward our house. It is a rather petite structure surrounded by palm trees, hills, and sand, of course. The house’s design itself is rather simplistic. It is only made out of woods the structure itself is on stilts. During windy days the house noticeably sways back and forth. At least it’s our house. We sleep in it, eat, and spend most of our time inside there. Think of it as a “place of gathering.”
Indeed we are glad that we have our own roof, some have to sleep under leaves like cavemen.
I personally am glad a hurricane hasn’t set ashore here yet. If one did, it would probably destroy everything we worked for the past decade. Being it quite a weak structure, before we left Richard and I reinforced the home to make it a little more sturdier. Hopefully when we come back our family and our precious home will be just as we left it there on the