English Project pt.2 : A Surprise From the Sea

After I finished the other story (The Secret Goldfish), I decided to write another one, just for fun. Here it is:

 

 A Surprise From the Sea

In a small fishing town just north of Portland Maine, there was a large family that lived right by the sea. They lived so close to the sea that when the weather got really bad, they had to close all the windows and doors so that water wouldn’t come into their house. The mother, grandmother, and two of the daughters stayed at home cooking while the father, grandfather, three sons, and the oldest daughter went out fishing. They had lobster traps all up and down the coast and needed to check them every day. The father and two of the sons went in one boat, while the grandfather, the oldest son, and the oldest daughter went in the other boat.

Every day, they brought back many lobsters and went into the town to sell them. Sometimes, they also brought in fish. Although there were many other fishermen selling their lobsters, the family did well and always had enough money to live on.

On one chilly Saturday morning in October, the oldest daughter and the oldest son went out without the grandfather, who was not feeling well. The two children set off in their boat, each with a packed lunch made especially for them by their mother.

About a half hour later, they arrived at the first buoy marking a lobster trap. The girl, whose name was Tarah, let down the boat’s anchor while the boy, whose name was Noah, started pulling up the trap from the ocean floor. When he had pulled it up all the way, Tarah helped him haul it in over the edge of the boat. Together they opened the trap, dumped out the lobsters that were inside the trap, re-baited the trap, then threw the trap back into the water. Tarah pulled the anchor up while Noah started the boat’s engine, and they rode off to the next buoy. They repeated this process until about twelve o’clock when they took a break for lunch. Noah had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and Tarah had ham and cheese.

After lunch, they resumed their routine. They had gotten so much practice with the lobster traps that it took them no more than five minutes to get the lobsters up into the boat, then send the trap back down again. They had only gone through two traps when Noah told Tarah that he felt sick and needed to sit down for a few minutes. Tarah continued with the job, and although it was much slower alone, she still managed to get several done before her brother felt better.

About twenty minutes later, Noah was still lying down when he heard Tarah calling him from the back of the boat. She sounded nervous so he got up quickly and rushed back to her. In her hands, she was holding a lobster. But it was no ordinary lobster. It was huge, about twice the size of the average ones they picked up, and instead of being a reddish brown color, it seemed to be holographic. “What should we do with it?” Tarah wondered, adjusting her grip on the lobster so that it was facing her. Noah shook his head in amazement and said nothing. The two of them stood staring at the lobster for several minutes, the waves gently rocking the small boat.

“We should put it back.” Tarah decided. Noah shook his head, “No. Can you imagine how much money we could make from this? Everyone would want to see a rainbow lobster.” Tarah rolled her eyes, “Noah, not everything is about money. Besides, we’d probably get some sort of curse if we kept it.” She turned toward the ocean and leaned over the side of the boat to gently put the lobster back. They watched as it slowly sunk into the dark water, its shell reflecting the light from the sun almost all the way down to the bottom.

“I half expected it to start talking,” Noah admitted, breaking the silence. It was much later, and they were headed home. Neither of them had said anything since putting the lobster back, besides the occasional “look out!” from Noah as he tossed the traps back into the water. “Yeah, me too,” Tarah said, laughing. “Let’s not tell anyone about this.” Noah decided, steering the boat toward the shore. Tarah nodded in agreement.

When they reached the rocky beach, both of them hopped out of the boat and dragged it to the mooring buoy. Noah tied the boat to the buoy, then helped Tarah carry the large bucket full of lobsters up to the house, where the smell of freshly baked bread and hot soup greeted them.

 

I had fun writing it, and I hope you enjoyed it.

 

Sincerely,

The Ancient Mayan Civilization

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