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Personal Narrative Essay: My Hero's Journey

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Another rogue wave crashed against the hull of the Jackdaw. With my eyes closed, I could hear multiple crewmen fall flat on their faces after tumbling out of their hammocks, sensing worried looks on their faces. I smirked. I never had trouble at sea. I was always on the ship of my fathers brig, the Jackdaw. My father, Edward Kenway, was up above me, at the wheel, maneuvering us through the hurricanes, the waterspouts, the rogue waves with ease. A natural-born sailor. I heard the rain lose pressure. The wind was without a doubt still fierce, but lost the intensity it brought with the storm, as if someone had taken the storm, tied it up like a balloon, and let the air out, but losing speed slowly. Sunlight shone through the cracks in the ship. …show more content…

He hadn’t seen me yet. If I was quiet, I thought that he wouldn’t detect me, and I could climb up the mast at the stern. I crouched, leaned over the side, hooked my hand against a handle, and slowly fell, my feet placed perfectly on the side of the hull. I mustered my way to the stern, climbed halfway up the stern, and jumped on top of my father. As I sailed briefly through the air, I realized that this was what I was. An …show more content…

I couldn’t have blamed her. Even the ship seemed to know that this island was no good. We stepped off, our hidden blades strapped to our arms, and began climbing the huge marble wall, with nothing less than fortunate cracks to hook our limbs onto. At the top, four guards stood, backs turned to us. My father signaled that he’d take the two Templars on the left, and Adé and I would take the other two. In unison, we hooked our arms around their necks, waiting for them to go limp. We lay down their unconscious bodies delicately. Only kill when necessary. We walked through the small jungle that lay before us, expecting to come across and ambush, or a trap, or even some sort of animal, unfortunate enough to be trapped on this god forsaken island. But there was silence all throughout. As I came to the edge of the forest, I brushed aside the branches, and caught my

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