Creative Writing: A Hero's Revenge

Ordinary seamen, Thomas Cannon and William Chapman, are arguing whether or not God is to blame for their sorrows and war filled life. Also, a topic in the conversation is their enemies’ ship, the Merrimack, housed by Confederate soldiers. The Confederate stole the US Navy’s ship called the Virginia and has since renamed it the Merrimack.

In Paul A. Gilje’s book, To Swear Like a Sailor, Gilje explains how maritime culture shaped our country, but more importantly how life at sea was just as much affected by life on dry land as life and literature on land affected sailors. This is especially since “the majority of Americans lived close to saltwater.” He uses examples from writers like Mark Twain, Herman Melville, James Fenimore Cooper, and even Edgar Allan Poe as sources. But stories such as Moby Dick, The Narrative of Gordon Pym of Nantucket, Red Rover and “Rime of the Ancient Mariner” (by Samuel Taylor Coleridge) were not the only sources of information Gilje reminds us of. Sailors themselves would “spin yarns,” keep logbooks and journals, and sometimes sell their works and

He pulled open the door to find Jonathon Penhallow, in his usually type of clothes, meaning what would be considered other people’s Sunday best, practically jumping with impatience. Worry and fear was evident in every line of his body. “Yes,” Sebastian grumbled impatiently, annoyed by being awoken so early. “Hello, Mr. Pedragon. I’m dreadfully sorry to

Bastian steps forward. His face flares scarlet in the cold. “Give him another.” Again Frederick sloshes it onto the ice at his feet. He says in a small voice, “He is already finished, sir.”

On a rainy, stormy day in the Torrey Pines High School parking lot, Catherine and Zack were fighting like they always do, making a scene. Everybody knew that they were together because they were always fighting. You see, Catherine was a good girl who had a 4.0 gpa, and she was a very loving person who worked very hard. On the other hand, you had Zack who was a “bad boy,” and a big jock who didn’t care about school. He just adored all the attention he got from every girl.

Muriel bent close to Kylan. “You remember our story for Lord Farbrier, no?” “The question is, will you hold to it?” “Meaning?” “Unplanned alterations.

December 2nd, 1944 - Belgium Forest 'The Battle of the Bulge ' I awoke to the deafening sound of gun fire in the distance, "Just another day," I said, I looked around to watch if anyone was there. " Mornin ' sunshine" said the Sergeant, "You 're on watch duty today, hope you don 't plan on going anywhere," He joked. I watched as the Sergeant began to wake the rest of the company. I quickly hurried, trying to find my gear, I grabbed my gun and rushed out of the fox hole. "Hey Sarge," I said, "wheres the watch tower you found yesterday?"

Q: What makes you think you are a good military leader? What are your greatest achievements in battle? Conrad: Just after Guy’s failure at Hattin, I protected the city of Tyre from the forces of Saladin(Brittanica). Guy:

The Black Death “Clara! roared The Doctor. Hold on!” “I am! ” replied Clara irritated. “What’s up old girl?

Herman Melville's "Billy Budd" is a classic novel that explores the complexities of human nature, the nature of society, and the search for justice and morality. The novel, which was first published posthumously in 1924, is set in the late 18th century aboard a British warship and tells the story of Billy Budd, an innocent sailor falsely accused of mutiny. Through its themes and symbolism, the novel comments on the human condition and the nature of society, while also exploring the historical and cultural context in which it was written. In this paper, we will examine the themes, symbolism, characters, and narrative techniques used in "Billy Budd" to demonstrate how the novel serves as a commentary on the human condition and the nature of society.

In the labyrinth known as the “The Great Forbidden Labyrinth” a person was walking. He had white hair and purple eyes. He was wearing long black pants and a hooded long sleeved jacket.. On his feet was also black boots. If someone he knew saw him they definitely would say this “...What's up with your getup?

Slowly the island breathed as the tide rose and fell; providing sustenance for life thriving all over it. Serenity surrounded the isolated tropical paradise, but this was soon to come to an end. The storm had come. Whispers in the wind grew louder, making their voice heard. The ocean swelled, devouring grains of sand; consuming any life in its path.

Cold, cold, so, very, cold. Cold was the air that seeped into the room, kissing the old man's flesh. Awakened ever so slowly from his peaceful slumber, he would arise from his bed. No light shone in his room, a room full of old memories. Lifeless images, enclosed in elegant cages, lined the shelves and walls with their stories long forgotten.

The Spectral Ship Captain Jones, unable to fall asleep, walks out onto the deck of his warship and lites his pipe. Jones, the hard-faced 35 year old captain of the HMS Defiance, is a brilliant but cautious tactician and is quickly climbing up the ranks of the Royal Navy through his courageous acts. His only downfall as captain is that he overlooks small details due to the informal training since he was a commoner. Thus, whenever he improvises he is thwarted by the overlooked details. The Defiance, en-route towards Boston, was deployed to help stomp out the rebellious colonists.

An hour and a half had passed, and now the boat was swaying harder and harder from side to side. The black thunderous black clouds that had originally been seen on the horizon to the west had finally made its presence to the boat. The eyes on everyone started looking like they were in a drunk daze, because of the momentus rock. It only took a few minutes from the nice wave-pool type waves to transfer into what was now fifteen-foot waves and a downpour of large heavy stinging raindrops. Turmoil and regret as to why the captain had let us out entered my mind, even though I had