This term for writing we have been working on a story called the Wayfinder! We were all assigned to write a paragraph (Or two) About how we would feel on the boat. So, here's my piece of writing!
I tasted the salt water that splashed into my mouth. the air was cold, and the waves were getting bigger every minute. The sky was a dark gloomy color. I looked around the boat, and and thought about the people that we lost along our journey. They starved to death. I shook with fear, thinking what could happen to me. I thought about a big, delicious, appetizing coconut, and my stomach started to sound like a train speeding down the track. My head started to spin, and I had a feeling that I was going to gag. Some people were sitting dead with emotion, and I wondered as I looked at the Wayfinder. ''When will we arrive..?'' Many people were dropping dead like flies, and It was hard to watch. You could hear crying children that needed food, and entertainment. I tried not to think about food..I hugged my legs and buried my head in my knees. I felt like my soul was slowly fading away...
