“Any man who goes to sea claiming to have no fear is either a liar or a damn fool”. I read this in a book once and it stuck with me, being a sailor. Since then I have never once claimed to be fearless in the face of the ocean, knowing deep down that I
“Grenade!!!” The call sounded from the other side of the beach. I heard a stick whistle when it flipped
We all woke up with dull heavy heads at eight in the morning. Or at least Mom and I did. It was Sunday so it was a day off of school thank goodness. Most Sundays we would already be up and getting ready to go to the beach, which is now very nice and clear
We were up at seven again. Well, actually, I was up a few hours before hand because my brother Elisha woke me up. We had a breakfast of fries, boiled eggs, hot dogs (gross!!), soup, pancakes and fruit. Everything was cold. Soon though, we were all done and ready to go. A tour bus came
GRASSHOPPERS Actually they aren’t that bad. Once you get past the legs. They tickle your tongue and are a little crunchy. I did not care for them that much but there must be someone who does, because in Oaxaca, Mexico, they have three foot high buckets full of them, with women in the back of
“This is heavy.” I grunted as I shouldered my scuba tank onto my back. “Here, let me help you,” our instructor said. His name is Boo. We were about a mile from the island Tobacco Caye. Hannah and I were taking classes on how to scuba dive and this was our last day. I
