How big is the ocean exactly? I expect to take you on a breathless adventure with my experiences that left me bewildered up to this day. I still cannot believe something that could take place in less than a second could change one's life forever. How is it that the my only beloved friend could betray me? Can greed truly drive a person to insanity? Drive him to where he loses humanity? Just remember, it only takes one impulsive action to cause the most fatal results.
Where should I start with my story? You might be thinking the beginning. I must tell you, I am uncertain where the beginning starts, because to me, it seems like the ocean has no beginning or end; it goes on forever. Nevertheless, the story both starts and ends in the ocean, so I must began somewhere in the ocean. I will start the day my father, Captain Bixford, left me and my brother, Carl, on an early morning — or was it late at night? – in 1601.
Although I didn’t know many men, I knew my father was one of the greatest alive. Everyone loved him. He was happy; he was always happy. Even though my father had much to mourn for, he never showed anyone. Similarly, I cannot recall a day when he was ever unfair to anyone. I did not have a big family — only Carl and my father. I knew my mother for only a short period of time because as soon as I was old enough to join Father and the crew, I left home just like Carl had a few years before me. My new home was the ocean. But although I did not have a big family, my father made one for me. Every man on the ship, Gnome, was bound together by heart, trust, and selflessness. I could not ask for anything more. My father was good to every man. Too good.
The memory of my father laying in his hammock that early morning is so clear. Everyone was shaken. Everyone loved my father. As a few prayers were spoken, his body was thrown overboard into the ocean where he belonged. Carl was 15 at the time and I was 12. All of us were heartbroken, but we had to move on. Normally, without a leader, it is difficult to carry on a task. But in the ocean, we MUST go on. It is impossible to stop. We all new this. So shortly, the question was finally asked, “Who would be the next captain?”
No one had the intention of wanting to become a captain; it was a far more difficult job than ever could be thought. It is obvious that the men in the crew were strong, but no one was a true leader like my father. These men were strong, but they were helpless. They needed my father more than he needed them. Or else, who would agree to live most of their life on the ocean?
No one said anything. I remember the look Carl gave me as he told me that we would do it together. We would take tare of the ship Gnome for the crew and for our father. Everyone loved him, and he loved the ocean. Together, we agreed to do this. Together, we trusted each other… and for a while, we stood in silence….
no promises were made….
(to be continued)
Hey everyone, this is the beginning of my blog. I didn’t know exactly where to start or what to write about, so I decided to just create stories. I really would appreciate feedback or maybe suggestions. I am really inexperienced so I apologize. But thank you for reading and I hope that it was enjoyable!!
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