"A Descent into the Maelström" Tells how he and his two brothers made a practice of fishing near the maelström because the risk of the venture was justified by the richness and the quality of the catch. One day, however, they were caught by a hurricane, which drowned one brother, rendered their ship helpless, and propelled it into the maelström. The story brings me memory of my childhood.
Once my brother and I went to the Virgin Island for vacations and we rent some jet skis, we decide to do a race starting from the shoreline, we hit the gas and stayed at max speed for 2 or 3 minutes, then I hit a little wave and felt like a bump. I went flying tough the air, hit several times the water, then I couldn't get back to the jet skis because it was upside down. Because of the wave I couldn’t breath because they cover me every time. My brother tried to help me out but when I tried to get in the muffler sucked my legs (literally). Then I got a cramp and couldn’t do much and start drowning. Then I could see my self not moving going deeper to the bottom and from no where I got strength a swim to the surface, and someone pick me up on a boat. Latter on I told the story to my friends and no one believes me what happen when I was drowning.
So by this I want to say and related to the story To Build a Fire. I was like the man. I thought I could do it even though my father’s told me I could die, if I felt from the jet skis in the ocean. I dint listen and race. I thought because I know how to swim and there’s no way I could felt from the jet skis and still, I did it and once I was drowning I realize I could die and it was hopeless.
