The first One said............
Hm...
Clonk, clonk, clonk...the dull sounds of the machinery could be heard in the engeneering room as the engineers worked. A couple of sailors are patrolling the upper deck, the captain was in his cabin, and the rest of the passengers were in their beds, safe and sound...
...before the ship hits an unseen rock and it teared a large hole though it. The captain woke abruptly...and he could hear the faint cries of the passengers in the lower deck as he screamed warning to the sailors and passengers...
...but it was no use. Now the ship was tilting...some passengers are on lifeboats...water started rushing in...drowning those unfortunate peoples...and the eternal cries of the Captain are now forever locked behind his cabin...
Yeah, that was rubbish and I'm not sure if that's 500 Words+ but it will do...
The next one wrote......
Well I must say I really dont know that much...I 'spouse
you do what ever one else does, just in a diffrent manner? Make sure everythings working right,
maybe a little navigating?
Like I said, dont know much, but I do want to go into the Navy later in my life, still a bit too
young for that though.
And another bluntly stated.......
What I would write is only what the
media has portrayed - and i'm not keen on that representation
.
Then she wrote........
Ah. I love the sea, but have only experienced
it from the shore. And only the Pacific. I love the smell, the 'feel', the sound, even
the taste of it. I'm not sure I could be a sailor, as I'm very claustrophobic. What came
to mind when I read your post was a more 'olden' kind of sailor. And from the viewpoint
of his young son, who wants to be just like dad when he grows up. Heh. I would have to do
some research into the lifestyle (maybe on your site before writing it though. In the meantine,
let me paste something I wrote long and long ago (posted over in poetry in early June). I know
this isn't really what you were going for, but this is how I feel about the sea.
Jewel of The Tide
I stand askance with back to shore
The sun-light sparkled hue
And square myself to life face on
Unhindered by my view
Goodbye again, our sweet adieu
Reluctant in the sand
With hours that are precious few
Unwilling yet to land
A taste of salt, the biting cold
And jewels of the tide
With all these things and cleansing roar
My time there I abide
And finally does the sun seep down
In darkness which to hide
While thoughts that yesterday were vague
Do suddenly collide
I can be happy anywhere
Though distant from your rhyme
And patient calm replaces fear
To last until next time!
And then the expert said.......
Knowing about the sea and
knowing ships (or about marine engineers) are hardly the same thing . I know a good
deal about the ocean, scuba diving and snorkelling, I've swam with hammerheads and
studied fish, I know the tides and I know a whole load about what's dangerous
(my sis almost drowned last summer), but I'm a bit lost about ships. I've gone on
two ships recently, and they didn't let me anywhere near the ropes or the tiller.
For good reason, mind you. I'd love to learn, but I'm not quite rich enough for that
Finally, the honest one wrote............
I know *nothing* about ships, well, nearly nothing, and I'm not going to make
a fool of myself by posting what I do know.
The sea, though...
I lived near the ocean for six years, in a small town in Connecticut. Then we
moved to Gttingen, an inland town in Germany, where I live now. So much was different
that I didn't really think about the sea... until I went on an exchange to England a
year ago.
We went by bus to Calais and then by ferry. On the ferry, it suddenly hit me just
how much I'd missed the ocean. Strangely enough, it wasn't the sight of the ocean
itself that did it, but hearing the gulls. They have a very... haunting... cry,
nothing like any of the inland birds. Anyway, that brought it all crashing back.
Then, this summer, we went on a bike tour to Usedom and Rgen, islands in the
north-east of Germany. When we'd pitched the tents, I'd walk over to the beach and
simply stare at the sea. Not the sea itself, but the waves hitting the shore... for
hours on end. My parents thought I was crazy - heck, I thought I was crazy - but they
had a very hypnotic quality.
Now, less of my own life and more of the sea in general. One thing I really
associate with the ocean is eternity. Look at the waves and think "These waves
have been pounding away at the shore long before I was born and will do so long
after I've turned to dust and every change I made to the world has been forgotten."
Humbling, no?
Heed the raven's cry, harsh against the silence
Heed the storm beneath his wings...
The drinker muttered ......
I have spend most of my life close to the westcoast of Sweden, close to and in Gothenburg, one of northern Europes largest harbours.
Alot of ships here, a shipyard has been here but is now sadly diminishing.
I know alot of the sea, the luxurieties it made available for us, the spice, the china, the warfares, the glamour, the myths, the found new nations, the Flying Dutchman even..
All has been told here in school and at Museums.
I espacially appreciate the way the Scottish whiskey has been send to us! :D
Thye scientist bespoke .......
Sponges grow in the ocean. That just kills me. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if that didn't happen.
The simple devined......
"Ships sail. The sea is blue. There are fish in the sea.
The End."
And last but not least The wary stated......
Anyway, I like the sea. As long as I can keep a distance between me and it. I just hate all of the disgusting things that live in it, *shudder*, icky, slimy, tentacled, poisonous, carnivorous, parasitic.... *shudder* I think that I'll stay on land. I prefer forests and parks to the sea. Probably because I live in Denmark, we lack proper forests, but we've got far too much boring sea..... The death that I'd fear most would probably be drowning or being devoured by some sea-creature.
