Personal Narrative Essay: Titanic Of The Fallen
It was December 12, 1948 .That was the day we were shipping oil to china. It was my first day in that job I still remember the ship, it was almost like the titanic but this one was bigger, blue, and very expensive.The ship was called “Titanic Of The Fallen” in honor of the “Titanic”.
By the time I was thinking about leaving some random guy in the ship yell my name; I had no other choice than to board. By the time the ship began to leave the city I was already unpacking my things. Sometimes I wondered during the journey what I was thinking accepting this job.
It’s been days that I don’t see any land and the food in the ship was abominate but I had no choice that eated. The work in the ship was rough than it looks on movies. When I finish
my work I go to the rail of the ship to see the beautiful ocean. Sometimes when I’m on the rail I stare at the sky wondering how the decisions you make can determine your destiny.
The night was silent I was still on the rail looking at the ocean, I could see myself on the water like a mirror with the moonlight. Falling asleep on the rail until a thunderstorm wake me up and I didn’t know there I was the when I open my eyes I was on a boat bleeding from my head. When I look at the ship I was fire coming out and people jumping from the ship to save themselves from the fire then everything went black and I fall in a big sleep.
When the morning came I saw a island near me I tried to get to the island by swimming but I was too weak to swim that I collapse but when I was collapsing I saw a shadow approaching me. When I wake up I saw a person it was like an indian with his face painted and his arc on his back. He welcome me to his land, he gave me food to eat and a coconut to drink, but to my hapless I was injured from the leg I wamsy to the tribe of my new indian friend finding other natives. We went to the “DYBIA(Healer)” on the tribe to heal my broken bone.
Its has been one month that I been with the tribe I became a DYBIA(Healer) in the tribe.
However, some days later a SAR(Search and Rescue ) helicopter find me when I was hunting in the island and I returned to the society were I always belonged.
By the time I was thinking about leaving some random guy in the ship yell my name; I had no other choice than to board. By the time the ship began to leave the city I was already unpacking my things. Sometimes I wondered during the journey what I was thinking accepting this job.
It’s been days that I don’t see any land and the food in the ship was abominate but I had no choice that eated. The work in the ship was rough than it looks on movies. When I finish
my work I go to the rail of the ship to see the beautiful ocean. Sometimes when I’m on the rail I stare at the sky wondering how the decisions you make can determine your destiny.
The night was silent I was still on the rail looking at the ocean, I could see myself on the water like a mirror with the moonlight. Falling asleep on the rail until a thunderstorm wake me up and I didn’t know there I was the when I open my eyes I was on a boat bleeding from my head. When I look at the ship I was fire coming out and people jumping from the ship to save themselves from the fire then everything went black and I fall in a big sleep.
When the morning came I saw a island near me I tried to get to the island by swimming but I was too weak to swim that I collapse but when I was collapsing I saw a shadow approaching me. When I wake up I saw a person it was like an indian with his face painted and his arc on his back. He welcome me to his land, he gave me food to eat and a coconut to drink, but to my hapless I was injured from the leg I wamsy to the tribe of my new indian friend finding other natives. We went to the “DYBIA(Healer)” on the tribe to heal my broken bone.
Its has been one month that I been with the tribe I became a DYBIA(Healer) in the tribe.
However, some days later a SAR(Search and Rescue ) helicopter find me when I was hunting in the island and I returned to the society were I always belonged.