Rescue at Sea Essay

Although its been almost two years now, I can still have in mind that day as if it were yesterday. We were completely glued in front of the television, when pappa came rushing into the house after work to tell us that he had just bought a revolutionary cabin cruiser. He promised us that the following week hed take us all on a search trip. We were all very(prenominal) excited and happy at the prospect of it. I spent the next few days daydreaming about how wonderful it would be. When the much-awaited day finally came, and dad drove us to the yacht marina, I was awe-struck by the sheer beauty of the boat, shimmering in that hot sunny August morning. After we packed everything onto the boat, dad started the locomotive engine and steered it slowly out of the harbour. We headed out until we were a faithful distance from the shore. Then, when we found what seemed wish well a good spot for fishing, dad stopped the engine and displace the anchor. The sky was crystal clear and the se a was as calm as a sheet of glass.We spent a good couple of hours basking in the sun, fishing rods in hand, without a care in the world. It was fantastic just being there, staring out at the beautiful blue sea. After we had caught a good number of fish, it was time to eat. Mum had prepared some delicious sandwiches and, famished as we were, we didnt need much convincing we sank our teeth into the food like hungry predators and gobbled up the whole lot in a matter of seconds.We must have lost track of time, chatting and laughing, because the next thing I remember is being plunged into a darkness so thick one could almost cut it with a knife. Looking around, it was all pitch black, as if someone had thrown and twisted a drape over us. Then, out of nowhere, a big wave came crushing into the boat, nearly toppling us all overboard. If that wasnt bad enough, we could hear the black rumbling of thunder in the distance it was unbelievable how the weather had changed so quickly before our very own eyes. The storm was creeping up on us fast and it wasnt long before all hell broke loose and the rain started to come down in showers. It was like a sheet of water coming down over us, drenching us to the bone/skin. The rain was so dense and heavy that we could barely breathe.Dad like a shot rushed to start the engine barely it would not start. He tried and tried, but it was all in vain the engine was dead. For that splitsecond it took us to realise what was going on, we all just stared at each other without saying a word. The panic-stricken look on our face said it all we were stranded/left high and dry in the middle of nowhere We were scared out of our wits. Mum was as white as a ghost. To subscribe to matters worse, without the engine, we were at the mercy of the sea. The waves were take outting higher and the boat was taking in water, fast.Then, when we had given up all hope and thought we were doomed, we started to hear what seemed like the audio of a helicopte r approaching. At first the sound was very faint and barely noticeable over the sound of the torrential rain and howling wind, but it kept growing stronger and stronger until, one by one, we all realised what it meant our prayers were answered and we were going to be safe after all That thought gave us courage, and we started to yell at the top of our voices and to wave, torches in hand, with all our might.Luckily it didnt take long for the rescue team to spot us. They manoeuvred the helicopter a few feet above our heads and displace down the rope-ladder, from which we could all climb to safety. It wasnt a minute too soon however, because as we peered down into the darkness, we saw our boat capsize and could only get a final glimpse of it, before the hull got completely engulfed by the raging sea. The return trip was as silent as it was miserable. No actors line could express the way we felt. From the look in our eyes it was evident that we were both relieved and shocked at the s ame time.After that traumatic experience I promised myself I would never step on a boat again. The picture of the angry sea trying to pull us down still haunts my dreams at night. At times the images are so vivid that I wake up in the middle of the night, feeling all sweaty and gasping for air.