Pi lives alone on a small boat lost at sea, surrounded by nothing but water in all directions for months. He observes the vast, deep blue ocean around him and the sharks that circle nearby. Pi's boat contains only himself and a Bengal tiger, starkly contrasting the ocean around them. Pi hears the waves lapping at the hull of the boat and storms raging. He tastes raw fish and organs for food but is always thirsty due to lack of fresh water. Pi's skin is burned, peeling, and sagging from the sun and salt water. He feels a bond with the tiger through their shared suffering in the harsh conditions. Pi smells decaying flesh and a strong stench of salt.
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portfolio assignment 7 - active voiceimageryreadability
Pi lives alone on a small boat lost at sea, surrounded by nothing but water in all directions for months. He observes the vast, deep blue ocean around him and the sharks that circle nearby. Pi's boat contains only himself and a Bengal tiger, starkly contrasting the ocean around them. Pi hears the waves lapping at the hull of the boat and storms raging. He tastes raw fish and organs for food but is always thirsty due to lack of fresh water. Pi's skin is burned, peeling, and sagging from the sun and salt water. He feels a bond with the tiger through their shared suffering in the harsh conditions. Pi smells decaying flesh and a strong stench of salt.
Pi lives alone on a small boat lost at sea, surrounded by nothing but water in all directions for months. He observes the vast, deep blue ocean around him and the sharks that circle nearby. Pi's boat contains only himself and a Bengal tiger, starkly contrasting the ocean around them. Pi hears the waves lapping at the hull of the boat and storms raging. He tastes raw fish and organs for food but is always thirsty due to lack of fresh water. Pi's skin is burned, peeling, and sagging from the sun and salt water. He feels a bond with the tiger through their shared suffering in the harsh conditions. Pi smells decaying flesh and a strong stench of salt.
Portfolio Assignment #7 - Active Voice/Imagery/Readability
I dreamily spectate upon the cosmic ocean. A body of obscure, deep, navy blue water encompassing the reality of my world; hiding the shadowy depths in whom sharks consistently circle me without repose. The ocean, capable of both lackadaisical, rhythmic waves and stormy 100ft swells, surrounds me in all directions for days, weeks, months on end without any sign of terrestrial masses. This, along with the contiguous shade of light blue above me, with the occasional mass of fluffy white, is my ecosystem, my world, my lifes legacy. My, or should I say our, life boat starkly contrasts against this world, with streaks of bright orange occupying the interior of our metal boat, and the presence of a striped orange and black and white 400lb Bengal tiger, a predator clearly a lengthy way from home. I relentlessly hear the rhythmic lapping of waves upon the hull of metal in which I call home; the occasional howling roar of an oceanic storm, swirling behemoths of rain, wind, and lightning, or the rewarding flapping, spraying of hundreds of flying fish, and even once, the BOOM of a beaching whale, just a mere dozen feet from my, or our* raft. I consistently taste the raw flesh of freshly butchered sushi, including internal organs, dazed eyes, flaking skin and a bulky amount of protein, a prospect incompatible with low fresh water access, and thus creating one scrawny but bloated boy, and one bloated tiger. Water, being my most cherished procession, only derived from rain and desalination pumps, therefore leaves me to perpetually taste the sticky, parched inwards of my mouth, itching for just a couple drops of the cold, refreshing virtue commonly referred to as water. The constant aura of salt only escalates my situation, being in the air, ocean spray, and bleak nourishment I could acquire, it became a scarring taste in my mouth and upon my skin. I hesitantly feel my skin, a term not necessarily prevalent in my circumstances, rather my ulcer covered, aching, peeling, sagging mass of membrane serving as the singular protection against ultraviolent rays and salty ocean water. The midday heat is perpetually inescapable and ruthlessly sucks the will to survive, and air from my body, putting me into a dehydrated, hallucinationfilled, high: a process whom I welcome with open arms. This eternal cycle sapped my companion of visible livelihood and allowed me to feel, and brush his now dull, shedding fur coat through a bond of shared torture. I smell the decaying flesh of fish, orangutan, hyena, and zebra through the overwhelming stench of salt. I, Pi, live on a lifeboat in the Atlantic Ocean.