... here before, you must be new on the island." "Yes Sir." "Let me introduce myself. I'm Tom John Smith, the lookout. And you are..." "George Mason, I've come here to try and make a life as a pirate." "Well, do you have a boat?" asked Tom "No, I came in a boat used in a British trade route." "Then the first thing you've got to do is get yourself a boat." "That's for sure, do you know where I might find a boat for sale?" "That all depends on how much money you have." Tom said. "That's why I want to be a pirate, I have no money. And I'm not able to take over a ship by myself." "I guess you'll have to get a job then. There's a diner in the village up the ...

... simple…what fun is life if you have no choice to exist or not… Why can’t god just give you a choice at conception…”Well Stephen do you want to be born or not…?” “No thank you…I’d rather not be around for Armageddon big man…Thanks for asking though” That is what should happen…but no…that wouldn’t be allowed…it’s a fair choice…No one would EVER let that happen… If I could just tell off whoever created us…UHH!! What I wouldn’t give… Don’t get me wrong though…I mean I have faith…I have a religion…but my beliefs are viewed as ‘wrong’ by half the world (or more) so, I just keep my mouth shut most of the time… I can tell that this already looks like I’m in a show na ...

... people play and I am able to pick it up really quickly. I have been taught different songs from my friends, and I also have a guitar book that I use frequently. I have never bought a guitar. This past summer I went back to Colorado and met up with one of my friends. He had told me before I could use his guitar any time I wanted to, so I called him up and asked if I could borrow it. He told me I could have it, because he had just bought a brand knew one. The strings and the pick guard had been taken out, so I went to a guitar store and they fixed everything for me. I was able to play it after that. I also have an Ovation guitar, which is a lot diff ...

... richest among my friends, I showered them with gifts, a small price to pay for their constant companionship. However, they were troublemakers who tried to involve me with their misdeeds. I always managed to escape, being the innocent one, until now. They had convinced me to take my first cigarette and policemen nearby caught us. I could not escape because of the cigarette's strong smell. It was a small offence to my friends, a big one to my parents and an eye opener for me. My father was raged, my mother was crying, and I saw that they actually cared about my doings. They were concerned for me after all. With a hint of tears in his eyes, my father turned to my wee ...

... couch. Although I had learned to feel comfortable in the house, that afternoon I had needed to get out. I craved some fresh air and peace. These family gatherings were then, as they still are for me today, emotionally exhausting. Each member of this close-knit, loving group had an iron will and strong opinions. No one was willing to remain quiet, not even to keep the often fragile peace at these reunions. I was just as guilty as the others. At least our dinner table talk was never boring! It certainly would not be tonight. Because I was determined that this would be the night that I would tell my grandfather that I wanted to be a professional dancer. A rude g ...

... On top of the indentation lies a green star shaped object, which looks as though someone just glued it into the small void. On the opposite side of the green star another oddity sticks out. It looks as if somebody could have cut a pea sized hole into the end, inside of which several lumps overlap each other. The closest thing I can think of that resembles it is a thin person’s belly button. The way the outside of the orange feels is also interesting. When I first pick up the orange it is cool to the touch. The slightest squeeze will dent the surface, only to just spring right back into shape. I can feel those dime shaped dents easier than I can see th ...

... going a shade under a hundred.,” John says with an uncaring attitude. The officer states, “I clocked you doing a hundred and twenty-four miles an hour.”. “Why doesn’t this registration have your name on it?”, the officer questions suspiciously. Thinking quickly john replies “My cousin owed me some money so he gave me the car and I haven’t had time to change the registration yet.”. Doubting the truth of Johns answer the officer asks, “Then why is the car reported stolen?”. John refuses to acknowledge the officer. Sensing trouble the officer demands, “Turn off your engine, step out of the car and put your hands behind your head, NOW!”. John shouts “No way pig!”. “I’ ...

... leaned into the light breeze, preparing to skip it across the harbour waters, but stopped abruptly, remembering that the gods did not like land removed from the island. As the stone slipped from his fingers, his eyes followed the ripples that glided on and off the grey beach where he stood, then rose almost by habit to gaze once more at the Arizona Memorial stretching white and graceful, remembering painfully that this would be the last time that he would ever walk along this beautiful beach. As his eyes watched the waves, and how they caressed the muddy shoreline, he began to think of the future. His thoughts were quickly disrupted. “Hey bud, how's it going? Wh ...

... this rock was indeed as sharp as knives. Somehow no matter hard climbed; even if successful, this rock always seemed to have the last say. By this time a month had passed and I was very grateful to have that one shower on the way to the Gore Range in Colorado. This section of the course was by far the most demanding, the mountaineering section. Stepping off the bus in Frisco, Colorado we looked back knowing that we were not to see civilization for at least a month. There were 8 men and women in my group from all over the country. Each one had a unique personality not knowing that we would all become closer to each other than family, possibly being dependent durin ...

... There was no path beyond the lookout. As we stumbled through the trees, we held our backpacks in the front of us so the needle written branches of the pine trees didn't smack us in the face. After a few grueling minutes the trees thinned out to expose the edge of a 100-foot drop off. I could see to the other side of the river. We've decided to lay our sleeping bags down on the edge of the cliff, it seemed to be the most level surface and the best view. As we looked up we could see the stars, thousands and thousands of them. The distinctive Milky Way right over had looked like a highway of stars stuck in rush-hour I shined my flashing over the edge down towa ...