Ocean journal entry

The waves gently rock my boat as it rides up and down huge swells. I cast out with my line and hope for good fortune. No bites. After fishing for hours in the beautiful blue green wonderland, I turn my boat around and inhale as I enjoy the salty familiar ocean aroma. The wind has been gradually been picking up speed throughout the course of the day and I shiver as it blows my hair about. I watch the wind and water collide resulting in patterns that have never occurred before, and might never again. Gradually throughout the dayt he sky turns darker and the wind picks up speed. I sense a storm coming and sprint into the cabin and turn the wheel around as I set course for land, or anywhere safe. Looking out the window I see lightning flash in brilliant instances that dazzle and blind the eye. I hear my dog bark as he is pounded by a heaving white wave. He begins to slip and I pounce and feel myself catch him as he is lifted of his feet yet again. The dog is too much trouble and I put him below decks as I have our survival on my hands. Metal cracks in the hull, and I run to the radio. No signal, the radio cable has snapped off. I run to the life boat which is a simple rowboat, for my boat can barely carry the equipment that is a necessity for fishing, much less a several thousand pound motor boat with a ceiling that is equipped with survival materials such as food, water, flares, and survival suits. In seventy foot seas this small dinghy would be overturned instantly. I can only hope that when my boat goes over the waves it has what is called a righting moment where the balance needs to be perfect as the boat needs to right itself. Although hope is little in quantity and I must accept my watery grave.