Hampton Beach

Hampton beach is so cool
It has waves a mile high
I sometimes feel like a fool
when I fall and die


The ocean there is like a cold pool
and on the beach is where i lie
my boogey board is my only tool
when i try not to die

Me and my cousin sometimes have a duel
when we ride the waves a mile high
We knock eachother into the great big pool
and make eachother die

Struggles Out at Sea

Santiago has many struggles in the novella, The Old Man and the Sea, by Ernest Hemingway. He has to try and catch an enormously large marlin, which is two feet longer than his skiff is. Also, he has to fend of sharks that try to attack the marlin. And, he is out there all alone with nobody out there to help him. As long as the old man does not get naive then his struggles should not be worse than they already are.

There is nothing tougher than trying to catch a fish that is larger than the little skiff that someone is in. “‘He is two feet larger than the skiff,’ the old man said.” (63). If he gets too sloppy the fish could pull him miles away or he would just lose the fish. This was truly significant to the story and Santiago, because this is the fish of his dreams. He was ambitious to catching this fish because he is poor and hasn't caught any real fish in a long time. He wanted his golden fish. This is an enormous struggle because he is only a little old man trying to catch a fish that weighs a significant amount more than the man. He is out there with a fishing pole which would make the fish even tougher to catch for it cannot handle the weight and size of the fish. However, he is a wise old man and uses his intelligence to catch this fish and overcome this struggle. He was very manipulative with the line in such a way where he would pull the line in little by little every time the fish circled. This made it easier for him to catch the fish.

When he was alone at sea trying to catch an enormous fish in a small skiff, he had to make every move right. Santiago was out there all by himself, not another boat for miles. He wanted the compassionate boy who loved him and would always help him. When his hand cramped up he had no one to help him with the line or to rub his hand and help him out. “‘I wish I had the boy. To help me and to see this.’”(48) It was a significant struggle because he needed somebody’s help out there at sea. He cannot do everything by himself because it is a lot of work. He has to reel in the fish and make sure that the fish doesn’t come off of the line. He ends up getting rid of his cramp by rubbing it and not overworking it and manages the line by himself. The old man is devoted to catching this fish, through pain or not.

He has to fend off an aggressive shark when he is an old man and is way out at sea all alone is no easy task. The shark has incredible speed and strength, and the old man has lost most of his. “The shark came in a rush and the old man hit him as he shut his jaws.” (114). The fact that he was also weak from being out at sea for more than three days makes this certain thing even more of a struggle. He would not be able to move as swiftly or forcefully as he would if he had not been fatigued. This was probably the worse and most important struggle that Santiago faces throughout the book. If he does not fend off the sharks, then his marlin will get torn to pieces. If he does not fend off the shark and the marlin gets torn to pieces then the whole trip would have been for nothing. He fought off the sharks for the most part, but he was a noble man and apologized to the fish.

Having any struggles when he is alone at sea can be pretty stressful for him. Especially if he is trying to catch a fish significantly larger than himself and his boat. Having patience when you are out there is key, if he tried to pull it in while he was struggling could have caused him to lose the fish, but the old man was cautious and did not get too careless. He was trying to catch that fish with a cramped hand and nobody else out there to help him manage the line. And the worst part is when he was being attacked by hungry sharks that have amazing speed and strength when he has been out at sea for more than three days and are week. In the Old Man and the Sea, Santiago undergoes these struggles and manages to work his way out of his problems. By fighting a shark, by outsmarting the fish, and by using his smarts when he is out at sea. He has many struggles, and is able to manage through them.

The French Man who Stole a Guitar

SMASH!

“What was that? Who is there?” Fred shouted into the darkness.

There was a loud cacophony followed by a malignant French laughter. Fred realized that a man came into his home unheralded and he got up and felt his way through the darkness turning on the light in the hallway and made his way downstairs. The living room window was annulled and pieces of glass were spread out over the living room.

Fred grabbed the nearest object to him which was a blue umbrella, held it up next to his face and walked towards the doorway which led to the kitchen. There was a loud clutter in the kitchen, but when Fred got in there a dark shadow moved out a doorway into a hallway and up the stairs. Fred thought that it was ok because he didn’t have anything valuable in the house other than his guitar.

Fred realized that the guitar was upstairs where the man went. The guitar is orange and yellow, and it is a Gibson LEs Paul. Fred ran as fast as he could up the stairs and into his bedroom where the guitar was. When he turned around he saw the mysterious man. He was very tall and strong, He had a large nose, a curly mustache and triangular beard, and he had hair growing out of his ears.

“That guitar belongs to me now, Fred.” The mysterious French man said sardonically.

“Ummm, no it doesn’t, it’s still mine.” Said Fred.

“Not anymore, hahaha!” And with one wily jump he was out of the window, and into the night.

Immediately following this incident Fred called the police. The police came over and started asking questions. The policeman that interviewed him was a amicable man who was very come throughout the interview.

“What did he look like?”

“He was very tall, he looked strong. He had a large nose a curly mustache and triangular beard; he was bald and had ear hair sticking out a mile. He also had this horrid effluvia that radiated off of him, it made me want to puke.”

“Not him again, that was Jacque Rousseau. He has stolen from twenty houses in the past week, what did he take from you?”

“He took my guitar.”

“How much was it worth?”

“Well money wise it was $1,562, but it belonged to my grand father and my own father.”

“We will try to catch him as soon as we can.”

The police then left, and Fred realized he was in a quagmire. Had had to find this man and stop him. He felt like a buffoon for letting the man take his prized possession. The malefacto crossed the line when he took the guitar, and he was going to pay for it.

Fred was walking down a street in the city, where he noticed a tall many with funny facial features. When the man turned around he immediately noticed who the man was, it was Jacque Rousseau. Immediately Fred ran after him. Jacque was fast though, and new the city well. Every dark alley he ran into was narrow and filled with junk but Rousseau always knew when to jump or duck or side step out of the way. Jacque climbed up a fire escape and into an empty building, quickly Fred followed him.

The room was dark with one light in the ceiling that was dim, and there was no furniture other than a ragged twin sized bed, a multicolored couch, and a fridge and stove. However, when Fred got into the backroom he saw many things, including his guitar which was prostrate on the ground. His guitar was oddly discreet from television sets, drum sets, parts of cars, computers, and an alarm clock. There were also many paltry items scattered throughout the room.

Fred wondered why the man, who lived in a run down apartment, would steal all these valuable items and not even try to make money off of them. Fred reached into his pocket to grab his phone but he heard a loud noise which made him curious, so he went out to see if it was the French man. Standing in the middle of the room was Jacque.

“I’ve been waiting for you Fred,” Jacque said.

“How do you know who I am?”

“I’ve been watching you, every second of everyday.”

“How? ”

“I’ve been standing outside your window, or I would be in your closet or just around your house.”

“Why?”

“You had something I wanted; I have been looking for it for a long time, the guitar.”

“Why did you want the guitar?” As Fred said that he was slipping his hand into his pocket and slowly took out his phone and put it behind him.

“Because it looked cool, it’s very valuable to you, and I had a yen for it.”

“You shouldn’t steal for any reason,” As Fred said this he dialed 911 and called it, keeping his hand behind his back. Fred knew that he didn’t really have to say anything because the police would come anyway. “Yeah, well now I am taking back what is rightfully mine.” Fred turn and ran into the room with all the stuff. He grabbed his guitar and ran back out, but when he got into the room, Jacque wasn’t there.

CRACK! Jacque his Fred over the head with a flower pot he had stolen that day. Fred was on the ground unconscious. Jacque saw that Fred had called 911 because it said so on his phone. This infuriated Jacque and Jacque grabbed the guitar, went to the fire escape, bashed it on the edge so it was broken, and then through what was left of it over the fire escape.

As Jacque walked back into the room the police barged in and arrested Jacque.

“We finally got you.” The Chief said.

“Chief, all the stuff is back here other than the guitar.”

As this was said Jeff got up, and freaked out because his guitar was missing. He looked around for it and when he got to the fire escape he realized the guitar was destroyed.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”