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Mutiny at Sea You could hear the word spoken in hushed tones after dark. Mutiny. The faces of the deckhands had taken on the color of death. We were all hungry and exhausted, having spent more than 30 days at sea. Our captain had promised us a New World, but day and night we kept our eyes on the horizon without sighting land. To hope for land at this point was foolish. Indeed, the only thing that motivated us to keep sailing was the thought that perhaps we could band together and overthrow the captain. Our captain was Christopher Columbus. He was stubborn and insisted that we had no choice but to continue. And yet, to us, it seemed the only reasonable thing to do was to turn back. We had been unprepared for such a long voyage, having brought insufficient food and water. And so we continued to talk of mutiny. Day and night, we waited for the right moment. With the cooperation of all onboard, a violent overtaking of the ship would surely be successful. On the morning of October 12th, the unthinkable occurred. A lookout shouted that he had sighted land. His sighting was confirmed by the other ships. In an instant, the word "mutiny" died upon our lips and was forever forgotten.
How is the setting important to the story? It could only take place when food was running out. It could only take place during the month of October. It could only take place on an enormous ship in the Pacific Ocean. It could only take place before Columbus' discovery of the New World.
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I'd say...D. It could only take place before Columbus' discovery of the New World.
The Stadium in my Backyard by Dave McCaul As a kid, I was determined to become a professional baseball player. I lived in Minneapolis, so the weather was less than ideal for baseball. But with the coming of summer, I spent practically every waking hour in my backyard. It was a big backyard, rectangular in shape. Standing with my back to the house, I would look out over the outfield. A picket fence separated our place from the back alley. That was the homerun fence. On one side of the yard was a row of tall hedges with tangled branches that reached out to the sky like thin arms. Those hedges represented the crowd. On the other side was a doghouse, which was like the dugout where my team waited on the bench. At night, the lights in the back alley lit up my backyard so that we could play night games. My neighbor and I would take turns pitching balls to each other. My neighbor had an impressive fastball that was tough to hit. I could just see the digital scoreboard reporting the speed of his pitches. 90 mph. 95 mph. 100 mph! But with my team rooting for me from the bench and the crowd watching my every swing, I refused to strike out. Every now and again, I would hit the ball over the homerun fence. Running around the bases, I would close my eyes and imagine the fireworks exploding in the stadium. I would hear the breeze tossing the leaves of our Elm tree, which was like the sound of the crowd cheering me on. And I would wave to my adoring fans and know exactly how it felt to be a professional baseball player.
What does the setting say about the boy's character? He has a big imagination. He feels lazy in the summer. He does not like routine. He has a short span of attention.
Or A. Because the food was running out but the sailors were also exhausted from being out at sea for so long and still no sighting of land. Once they sighted land, the talk of mutiny was gone.
A. He has a big imagination.
tou where right the frist time ;]
Yay, I thought so! Sometimes I second guess myself so I reread it over and over until a realize I was correct the first time. :) lol
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No problem dear! :)
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