The Rough Sea :: Creative Writing Sailing Essays

The Rough oceanThe small whitecaps lapped against the starboard side and then retreated. It had been about since the start and would be until they r apieceed the breakwater in the harbor. Bob, finishing pulling on the ropes to raise the masts, saturnine towards the wheel and slowly turned around the rocks. He moved to the back up of the boat and sat on the place where the lifejackets were unplowed. Near the masts Frank rocked up and down and up with the waves. It was a feeling like no other to him the fact that the gentle movements could turn rough at any cadence gave him so much plea indisputable from the start of the ride to the finish. He love to sail out as cold as he could go before he got tired from the rocking motion and had to stop going farther. He loved trying to venture farther and farther out each time before he had to turn back his favorite percentage was the rough sea where the waves were rougher and rougher as he kept going. A sharp gust made him think about tu rning back, alone he knew that they had gone too far to turn back, and he knew he had to conserve going until the waves had reached their peaks. Then they passed a part of the water where the waves suddenly halt and quickly gave way to a very calm feeling inside(a) of him so that he could relax and recollect the ride so far. That was a real surprise, wasnt it, Rob? Frank said. It got me, too. I wasnt ready for it, and it jumped me. Yep. most fell over when we hit it, Bob called back to his friend, now in force(p) the bow of the boat. Hows the water look over there? Pretty good, but it looks like therere some rough caps ahead. They braced themselves as they passed over the rough caps, slowly moving around the biggest ones so that the craft wouldnt capsize. Bob kept a strong hold on the wheel and made sure that they would stand the waves. On the horizon they could see the buildings of the town. The sky had started to get dark. both(prenominal) of them hoped it would not start t o rain until they were in the harbor. They could see the light start to come from the breakwater lighthouse. Great day for sailing, Bob said to Frank.