192- The Open Boat

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With three desperate men, 200 yards from land and safety. But while you scream frantically for someone to rescue you, you realize that from the mountainous breakers between you and safety, there is no escape.

Listen now, as transcribed, escape brings you Stephen Crane's unusual story, The Open Boat. 1897. A tale intended to be after the fact. Being the experience of four men from the sunk steamer, Commodore.

They were a captain, an oiler, a cook, and a correspondent. And many a man ought to have a bath to blarger than the boat which they rode upon the sea. None of them knew the cover of the sky. Their eyes were fastened upon the waves that swept taught them. The horizon narrowed and widened, dipped and rose, and at all times it was jagged

with waves that seemed to thrust up in points like rocks. A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave, you discover there's There's another behind it, just as important.

Just as anxious as swamp a boat. People are a little more south, Billy. A little more south, sir. There's a house of refuge just north of the mosquito in the light. As soon as they see us, they'll come off their boat and pick us up.

Soon as host sees us, cook. Crew. Eyes of the refuge don't have crews. Only places where clothes and food are stored for the benefit of shipwrecked people. They don't carry crews. Oh, yes they do.