i need help on this adapted from The Maelstrom by Edgar Allen Poe One day when I was at sea, I encountered a great storm, a maelstrom if you will. Upon seeing it, the whirlpools, one by one, disappeared, while enormous streaks of foam became apparent. Suddenly—very suddenly—this assumed a distinct and definite existence, in a circle of more than a mile in diameter. The mountain trembled to its very base, and the rock rocked. I threw myself upon my face, and clung to the scant vegetation in an excess of nervous agitation. The ordinary accounts of this vortex1 had by no means prepared me for what I saw. I perceived that our boat was not the only object in the embrace of the whirl. Both above and below us were fragments of vessels, large masses of building timber and trunks of trees, with many smaller articles. I no longer hesitated what to do. I resolved to lash myself securely to the water cask and to throw myself into the water. I fastened myself to the water cask and threw myself with it into the sea. The result was precisely what I had hoped it might be. As it is myself who now tell you this tale—as you see that I did escape. The barrel to which I was attached sunk very little farther than half the distance between the bottom of the gulf and the spot at which I leaped overboard. The slope of the sides of the vast funnel became momentarily less and less steep. The spiraling of the whirl grew, gradually, less and less violent. The sky was clear and the full moon was setting radiantly in the west when I found myself on the surface of the ocean, in full view of the shores of Lofoden, and above the spot where the pool of the Moskoe-ström had been. I was borne violently into the channel of the Ström, and was hurried down the coast into the ‘grounds’ of the fishermen. A boat picked me up—exhausted from fatigue—and (now that the danger was removed) speechless from the memory of its horror. Those who drew me on board were my old mates and daily companions—but they knew me no more than they would have known a traveller from the spirit-land. I told them my story—they did not believe it. I now tell it to you—and I can scarcely expect you to put more faith in it than did the merry fishermen of Lofoden. 1. a whirling mass of fluid or air, especially a whirlpool 1 Based on the passage, which phrase best characterizes the narrator's feelings in a time of crisis? A. anxious yet perceptive B. questioning yet hopeful C. confused yet bol
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perceptive means you are good at understanding things or figuring things out so its likely that answer would make sense
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