Shipwreck - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The shipwreck was shrouded in mist. It licked at the rotting skeleton bringing moisture to the deepening crevices. It had been a fine cutter in its day, a sail of finest linen and a sleek prow to slice the ocean. Now it looked for all the world like a movie set, somewhere in the distance there should be the sound of hooves, swords or an intellectual argument approaching along the sand. But this ship was quite forgotten in its demise, bit by bit it became apart of the waves that beat it so relentlessly. Another century and it wouldn't even be a memory.
The Mary Belle lay in the sand, slanting to one side. It was in two halves, separated by a jagged, broken area that could have been made by a German torpedo. It was about 425 feet long, 65 feet wide, the whole ship covered in algae and brightly colored coral that would one day turn it into an extraordinary artificial coral reef. As he swam over the deck, heading for the stern, Alex looked down on the dark green surfaces, the twisting ladders and rails, the anchor winches and blast roof. He passed two railway freight cars lying side by side. Part of a locomotive lay shattered, a few yards away on the sand. At the far end he saw what had to be an antiaircraft gun, now pointing helplessly at the seabed. Once the deck would have been full of life...
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The ship was as stuck as any beached whale. Its own tonnage drove it down into the sand bank that had saved the crew but killed the vessel. It listed to one side on its shifting foundation and the once bright blue painted metal was now orange with thick bubbling rust. The locals had demanded its removal at first, but now it was just part of the landscape. People used it as a landmark in the endless sand, they met there for walks, picnics and lazing in the sun. Then one day it began to leach thick black oil into the ocean and there was uproar. How could they have missed emptying the tanks? Their pristine beach had been on borrowed time, only safe for as long as it took for the hull to rust right through.
Discovering the Titanic
Plummeting into the vast empty abyss, my eyes take in the sleeping giant weighed down by her own tonnage. As I cautiously explore the outside of the shipwreck, it becomes clear that coral has overtaken the whole outside layer. The ships outer layer has been halved into two gigantic pieces. Whilst I ascend towards the top deck, I realise a carpet of sea life dominates the floor. Slowly but surely, I set foot into the ship itself as my feet come in to contact with the wooden deck, I feel a surge of insecurity when the floor board gives way under my weight. It’s time to move on. Heading into the bridge, debris has claimed the very structure itself, rusting away the ancient technology which was so advanced for its time. Exploring further I enter the galley (kitchen), I open up the wardrobe, vintage plates are beautifully stacked as if they are waiting to be used. I carry on seeking for more I open up a dusty cupboard inside are mugs still untouched. Venturing forth, I step on to the grand staircase my mind can imagine people walking about. The shoes of dead humans lay on the floor as if nothing had ever happened. Seeing my time come to an end, I have one last glance at this majestic beauty.