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My dream voyage revisited.
DREAM VOYAGE Revisited___edit 2

My dream to sail the seas developed

and grew within my small child's mind.


Seeing the world and having the adventure of my life: with all the

intrigue and excitement of traveling, and while making a living is ideal.

Devoting many years of my life to learning how to

be the best sailor possible coursed through my veins stretching

back for many generations. A career sailing the seas through

out the world kept me close to my heritage and family

lifestyle. During my childhood, I couldn't wait until I was old enough to go to sea.
.

Exposition: Reaching adulthood I live my dream aboard a fine sailing ship

with a captain; who has many years of experience, and also knows

how to choose his crew wisely.
This man who has the ability to

rule with a firm and yet fair hand is my hero, from whom I

want to learn everything; so that someday I too, could be a captain.



Today I am beyond excited; perhaps elated would be a better way to

describe my emotional state: hardly keeping a thought in my head

or be still for a moment because we were going to sail to a new

land that I had never visited before. I wondered what treasures we

would find in this new port?



Our trip would take weeks, which was fine with me. As far as I was

concerned, there was never too much time onboard a ship and being

on the water. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.



We all had high hopes for a safe and exciting adventure:

with nice weather and calm seas. We each had our own

superstitions; and for some of us, Prayer; mixed With good luck,

experience, and the weather on our side; we expected to have

the best time of our lives.


The voyage started out in a normal way with the usual duties.

It didn't take long for everything to become humdrum. The

tediousness of the trip caused the crew to get

restless and complacent. A clear sky, perfect temperature,

and knowing we were going to arrive at our destination

ahead of schedule was easy. In a way, I was

disappointed; because I had hoped to enjoy a much longer

voyage. I should have been more careful about wanting

a longer seafaring trip. You know that old saying :

" Be careful what you wish for."



About a week of sailing turned us into a well

a coordinated crew knowing exactly what to expect from

each individual. Everyone knew how to do each other's jobs,

just in case someone was hurt.; only as a precautionary

requirement for all sailors. Rising Action: Our chores were

completed and everything was perfect, or so we thought.



On this wonderful evening, everyone relaxed and

enjoyed the trip. Only a skeleton crew was keeping watch,

which was the normal protocol. Our captain retired

to his cabin and left the First Mate in charge. The carefree

routine dulled, numbed, and distracted our watchfulness for danger.



Everyone focused on their activities: no one noticed

the change in the weather. The ship started to rock back and forth

a little more than usual, but not enough to raise an alarm. It was late;

sometime after midnight, so many people had gone to bed.



Climax: Suddenly, startled and surprised by the ear-shattering clap

of thunder, which sounded like hundreds of cannons; and a very huge

flash of blinding light of 100 suns.
The storm appeared

seemingly out of nowhere. We were not altered by the lookouts before the storm

descended upon us with all of its fury. Falling asleep is a very serious offense

punishable by flogging. I shuddered thinking about this punishment.


Our dream trip had now become a nightmare. Working

hard and at a furious pace to try to survive as panic and chaos

replaced the clam career dream voyage which I so cherished.

Double trouble was our companion because the storm

was not our only adversary. We had to get back

on course. In sheer desperation all hands manned the sails:

being torn from the masts by the vicious and turbulent winds.

The pilot desperately wrestled the wheel to keep the ship

headed into the wind, so we would not capsize. Details faded

into the blur of our struggles for survival.



Falling Action: My memory of the lookout yelling

"Waterfall!", is as vivid then as it is years later. This magnificent

ship headed for a huge waterfall was on a collision course with

tons of raging water which would swallow everybody's dreams

along with their lives. Whoever got to the lifeboats might have

a slim chance; by riding the falls without the smaller boats being

broken into kindling. Everything was a blur of panic and desperate

activity. Disoriented I could only manage to try to hang on to an object

I hoped would float and not disintegrate. I had no other option

except to hope I would be protected while inside a well built;

heavy duty barrel.



The ship went over the falls tumbling and twisting violently

then dashed into tiny splinters. My shipmates drown. I had the

luck of being able to ride the racing waterfall and not

be heavy enough to careen into the boulders at the

bottom. Spending the night in cold waters floating in

the barrel brought terror to me as the hours slowly passed.

When the sun rose relief wrapped itself around me. I was

rescued. Gratitude and relief overwhelmed me.


Denouement: This terrifying trip haunts me regularly.

The rest of my life has been torture and torment. Day and

night the horrific scenes come and go never leaving me alone

for more than a few hours at a time.


I have never gone near the ocean again.

Word Count: 998


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My dream to sail the seas started to develop

and grow when I was a small child. I wanted to see

the world and have the adventure of my life: with all the

intrigue and excitement of traveling, while making a living.

Many years of my life I devoted to learning how to

be the best sailor possible; this was in my blood stretching

back for many generations. A career sailing the seas through

out the world made me feel close to my heritage and family

life style. I couldn't wait until I was old enough to go to sea.
.

Exposition:Finally my dream came true and I was aboard a fine sailing ship

with a captain; who had many years of experience, and also knew

how to choose his crew wisely.
This man who had the ability to

rule with a firm and yet fair hand, was my hero, from whom

wanted to learn everything; so that some day I too, could be a captain.



Today I was beyond excited; perhaps elated would be a better way to

describe my emotional state: I could hardly keep a thought in my head

or be still for a moment because we were going to sail to a new

land that I had never visited before. I wondered what treasures we

would find in this new port?



Our trip would take weeks, which was find with me. As far as I was

concerned, there was never too much time on board a ship and being

on the water. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.



We all had high hopes for a safe and exciting adventure:

with nice weather and calm seas. We each had our own

superstitions; and for some of us, Prayer; mixed With good luck,

experience, and the weather on our side; we expected to have

the best time of our lives.


The voyage started out in the usual way with the usual duties.

It didn't take long for everything to become humdrum. The

tediousness of the trip was starting to cause the crew to get

restless and complacent. The sky was clear, the temperature

perfect, and as far as anyone could tell we were going to

arrive at our destination ahead of schedule. In a way, I was

disappointed; because I had hoped to enjoy a much longer

voyage. I should have been more careful about wanting

a longer seafaring trip. You know that old saying :

" Be careful what you wish fore."



After sailing for a about week, we had turned into a well

coordinated crew which knew exactly what to expect from

each individual. Everyone knew how to do all the jobs on board,

just in case someone was hurt.; only as a precautionary

requirement for all sailors. Rising Action: All of our chores were

completed and everything was perfect, or so we thought.



On this wonderful evening everyone was relaxing and

enjoying the trip. Only a skeleton crew was keeping watch,

which was the normal protocol. Our captain had retired

to his cabin and left the First Mate in charge. The trip had become

a carefree routine. We had become dull in our watchfulness for

danger.



Everyone was so focused on their activities: no one had noticed

the change in the weather. The ship started to rock back and forth

a little more than usual, but not enough to raise an alarm. It was late;

sometime after midnight, so many people had gone to bed for the night.



Climax Suddenly, to everyone's startled surprise there was an ear shattering clap

of thunder, which sounded like hundreds of cannons; and and a very huge

bright flash of light: a blinding light of 100 suns.
The storm had appeared

so seemingly out of nowhere and it took everyone by surprise.

The lookouts not alerted anyone to the approaching storm before it hit

with all of its fury. Could they have fallen asleep; a very serious offense

punishable by flogging. I shutter to think of this.


Our dream trip had now become a nightmare. We had to work

hard and at a furious pace to try to survive. Panic and chaos

replaced the clam careen dream voyage which I so cherished.

Double trouble was our companion now, because the storm

was not our only adversary. We also had to try to get back

on course. In sheer desperation all hands manned the sails:

being torn from the masts by the vicious storm. The pilot

desperately wrestled the wheel to keep the ship headed into

the wind, so we would not capsize. Everything was happening

so fast I cannot remember all of the details.



Falling Action:The next thing I recall is the memory of the lookout yelling

"Waterfall!". This magnificent ship headed for a huge waterfall,

was on a collision course with tons of raging water which would

swallow everybody's dreams along with their lives. There was

only one way to try to survive this situation. Whoever got to

the life boats might have a chance; by riding the falls without

the smaller boats being broken into peaces. By now everything

was a blur of excited activity. I was disoriented and could only

manage to try to hang on to an object I hoped would float and

not disintegrate. I was utterly helpless. I had no other option

except to hope i would be protected while inside a well built;

heavy duty barrel.



The ship went over the falls and was dashed into tiny

splinters. Only I survived to see my ship mates drown. My

luck; was being able to ride the racing water fall and not

be heavy enough to careen into the boulders

at the bottom. I experienced a terrifying trip.

Fortunately, the next day I was rescued.


Denouement:The rest of my life has been torture and torment. Day and

night the horrific scenes come and go never leaving me alone

for more than several hours at a time.


I have never gone near the ocean again.

Word Count: 998
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