We’re on a boat. A fairly small boat, although our group
(half the class), manages to fit with a lot of room. Enough for Paula, Sarah,
Emma, Grace, John and Jake to have a competition on who was the strongest. This competition involved pull-ups, planking,
push-ups, and other things. I don’t really remember, but eventually they had to
stop.
It was now time to go fishing. We all got a fishing rod, and
went to different parts of the boat. After catching nothing. We go back to the
center part of the boat. Where the guides tell us it’s time to drop the big
net.
The first time we catch nothing, just a bunch of small fish.
The second time, was the exact same thing, just small fish,
and then a flounder.
The third time we
thought it was going to be the same. But then the boat started dragging, and
making noises. Something big had gotten into the net, and was trying its
hardest to get out. The guides immediately told us to go to the very front of
the boat, so we didn’t risk it tipping over in the middle of the Mississippi
Sound. I was practically sitting on Danielle’s lap when we heard a loud noise.
While they were pulling it up, it had gotten ripped off. And we didn’t know what did it.
While they were pulling it up, it had gotten ripped off. And we didn’t know what did it.