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He hides, taking occasional glances, Thinks he maybe should take less chances. A stowaway on a small blue boat, Carrying lots of boxes and an old grey goat.
Crashing thunder, raging waves. Never sail on stormy days Lashing wind will wip the sails. As the violent wind wips and wails. While thunder clashes and rumbles loud.
As the dawn awaits, Laughter, screams, singing, Arguments and splashes abate, Distant glasses ringing.
Drunken skinny dipper Swimming on her back Couldn't see the shadow Lurking, waiting to attack 'Twas on Amity Island Thirty seven years ago The mayor was in denial The townsfolk didn't know 'Close the...
Chapter 2 My grandad was panicking as I reached the top of the spiralled stairs. 'Theres a ship Anthony. And it's heading towards us!'. 'It looks like its going to crash into us!' I exclaimed.
As we waited in the eerie silence which was broken by the waves of the coast. As me, billy & bob watched for dad's trawler, Joe was up in the lighthouse.
Long story what this is based on. Enjoy anyway. Sitting on the rail, I looked across the deck. People everywhere smiling and talking to each other without a care in the world.
The old sailor, gray with experience and tough with wear, pointed out into the moor at a fine sail boat. The lantern in his hand dimly lighting the surrounding area caused the dark water to sparkle.
Like if you want to see more. I remember it like it was yesterday. The endless sea, swaying to and fro. The stench of rotten fish. The sound of seagulls drifting in the air.
Commander FitzRoy stood on deck, the butt of a cigarette clenched between his teeth. He looked out, surveying Plymouth.
A song my Dad used to sing in school :) Beneath a blue pacific sky, Lies the island of Mindoro, Where in a Filipino bay, Lived a boy called Quinoro, He'd watch the boats go out to sea, And their...
Day 13- The ship is rocking back and forth, the rain is lashing down on us, it has been for days. We have already lost 3 men.
Day 13- The ship is rocking back and forth, the rain is lashing down on us, it has been for days. We have already lost 3 men.
A young Portsmouth woman was so depressed that she decided to end her life by throwing herself into the sea. Just before she could throw herself from the wharf, a handsome young man stopped her.
Chapter one Many years ago a young girl named Isabella skylark stood on her fathers ship. It was a foggy night and the air was thick and wet.
Sitting down on her soft cabin bed, Catherine smiled to herself. She was a daydreamer. A daydreamer who couldn't stop thinking. What did she think about.
Chapter 7: Ghost ship The ship was a sorry sight. The back half was burned and blackened. A light layer of ash covered everything like a gray deadly layer of snow.
Chapter 6: Fire I awoke coughing,and to the smell of something burning.
Ever since the very old problem of piracy began cropping up off the shores of Somalia, tech geeks have offered ever more advanced ways of foiling the sea brigands.