John Adams High School - Clipper Yearbook (Ozone Park, NY)

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looked at his face again, and an empty hollowed-out sensation came into my stomach. Tremors chilled me. l found myself staring completely through him, The next sight of him came as he appeared on the forecastle, legs astride to offset the roll of the craft He seemed to be doing nothing but watching the darkened sea l felt he was waiting for something Then he strode to the tar rail His was the picturesque rocking gait of some moss grown pirate The horizon worried him He couldnt stop peering into the water to see if anything charged col or It was almost dark Then he be gan to sniff in the raw night air This meant one thing He expected a storm Fear clutched at me for an instant But the transparent figure in front of me was too curious a spectacle and rry fear soon gave way to inquisitive ness Then quite unexpectedly he passed his hands cross his features in a helpless and forlorn gesture A look of remorse and pain sickened him The little figure quaked Color left im Then the old ocean began to heave and bulge from way down deep w thin its trembling depths And in the dark ness l could still tell that the storm was near Even l could tell it The sea changed color slowly from a deep blue green to the black of polished ebony The wind stopped The ship topped High above the clouds bn lowed, they hung dark and ominous. Then they stopped and hung. Every- thing waited. And as if according to some deadly schedule the black breakers suddenly churned into milky heads, the wind rose to an awesome blast, then broke loose in blinding tearing gusts The dark ominous clouds suddenly belched fortn in thun aerous claps Rain poured downward l saw the ghost standing by the rail The foolish thing wore a satis fied triumphant grin Then a gust hurled me to the deck A long sigh sprung from out of the watery graveyard The waves kicked themselves into hideous mounta ns with white caps on them Each tme they shot us high into the heavens Each time they catapulted us into the deep valley they created While seek ing to cave in our sides and tear us to the four directions But somehow the stumbling wreck managed to stay from under the storm crazed sea But finally the elements seemed to tire of buffeting us and the waves crawled to their mysterious lair The winds sighed gratefully as if weary of their unpleasant task The clouds rolled and curled in their haven The sky lifted The sea slept Once more the tide rolls in Gulls wheel and pivot in the new fresh blue sky The sun beats down Driftwood decorates the white sand against a glar na background of yellow white dunes But no craft crowds the water s edge No white sailed vision dots the horizon The ghost has reclaimed his ship Vfftft E3 Y 74 ir.. .i mf A Q rr, NW Q ,t Sw 1' llhil . . A - I b A . . - ' ' 1 h' . ' y ug: agf . . 5 tg MA, ,- t T - Q .ni ' , '-:si I I V A ' ' -I . A . L - ' - s re'-1 ' T 'f'-ii-3,13 1,4 f- ,E , t . ' t f y - ' - fi-',llE' c TQ S 4 , I .,- . ' Q lx! L V V9 's11fH1'T 23 l H ,4.'fiT.g,'l!f,-L .-4' fu' -' TT I J M, 1

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hantom Frigate Bi R1 DN Lluw lb THE SUN streamed down tn all rts late noon br1ll1ance Gulls wheeled and p1voted IU the fresh blue sky The tlde rolled tn surgtng m among the green coated rocks The t1de rolled rn sptlhng out foarnmg and h1ss1ng across the sandy beach covered w1th shells from the last nrghts t1de lt spread over the shore rn a foamlng blanket that fmally crept rn and around the old wreck l was restrng on l could feel 1t pullrng and tuggmg at the rustlng hulk The sun beat down Its heat waves danced along the tops of the rottmg trmbers Swlrlxng currents vh1rled before my eyes Soon they dr1fted away Nature stepped ln and l was asleep Long hours passed l 1mag1ned myself sarltng l felt the rhythmtc p1tch of the sh1p The sun was down l was cool too cool and l knew that l wasnt dozrna They saw red streaked sk1es wrth pnk whtte clouds scuddrna 1nto the ast arow na dusk Lrahts seemed to ten cff the a rlpp n rface he dun e e th ew out tts last rays A foraotten sh1p was r1d1ng the crest of the ocean The old wreck hummed as the poor dereltct was thoroughly enyoyrng what could be her last cruxse Mrsts rose up from the ocean as the chrll grew on the water At frrst noth 1ng could be seen Then l saw the l1ttle man There he stood no b1gger than a brandy flask He wore the sea grtmed garb of the dash1ng bucca neer They hung curlously draped across hts m1n1ature frame w1th all the confusron of gaudy colors dear to the hearts of h1s partlcular profes sron Long earrlngs fell down to hrs shoul der Sharks teeth rn the form of a necklace glrnted at h1s necklme H15 trusty cutlass no larger than a hatpm swung on h1s stde The face was stamed a darktsh red from the count less storms and wtnds at sea Str1ped pantaloons baaaed at hrs boot tops The th1ng stared out tc the sea watt 1na l stared unbeltevtnaty Thts man actually looked real l-e had the aual of er g t Bu tften 22 J 4 I , J , - ' l , , .. My eyes opened wearily, slowly. I ' ' 1 H ' S V . T .. ., 1 , lv, K I glis se 's ' li g . ', I lf - as t j . g ball rn th avens ..r ity se nn earhly. t Q l

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T e Curse of allgua LURRAUNE G ARZUN A THE MORNING drums were echolng and re echorng throuahout the Jungle when we arrrved at Mansuba and l for one was w1ll1ng to sleep awa the heated day and walt unt1l late afternoon to unpack our luggage lt had been a long and hard Journey half by boat the other by foot and l was really exhausted Tod needed httle or no persuasron and oon the swelterrng mornrng found us sleeprng easrly each rn our shack When the sun frnally went down 1t was as rf the Jungle had stepped out of the sunllght 1nto the cool shade for a brref spell of rellef l rose and went to the bamboo bl1nds to look out upon the Jungle wh ch was to be my source of rnsprratron l was almost amazed at my self come to th1nk of 1t Here was l the renowned sculptor Mark Elltott Jauntmg here to Afrrca 1n hopes of drscovertng somethrng completely new and excrtmg as a subJect for my work Not wakmg Tod l took one of the natrves w1th me to do a l1ttle explormg Oddly enough l found myself unconscrously berng drawn toward the old temple rum that Shrmoa our gurde had pomted out to us on our way to our vlllage We were some 50 yards from the temple when my gulde made mottons and sounds that lndrcated qulte clearly that he ntended to go no furtner I-le wartea for me there as l went on ahead The temple was comparatlvely small on the out srde But the 1nter1or showed plarnly the broken rows of starrs wnere the floor had apparently fallen through l stepped down onto the wld st starr way managed through what was once an archway and found myself rn a large underground room Stone slabs wrth anclent scrolls were l1ned up agamst the walls and drrectly rn the center of the room stood a masslve altar the krnd used rn sacr1f1c1al ceremomes Placed on thls was a Whrte plaque whlch at once startled me for on rt was carved the face of one of the most str1k1ng women l had ever seen l was held for a moment by the 1ntr1gu1ng mystery about the eyes They seemed to speak but rndeed they were sllent l knew wrthout hes1tat1on that thrs was to be the subJect for my greatest work and as l reached out for 1t l remembered somethtng that Sh1moa had mentroned about thrs temple He sard that 1t was burlt as a shnne to Malrgua l-hgh Prrestess of the Agumas many long and forgotten years ago but that there was a lastma curse put on the temple and on anyone possessrng anythrng from 1t Reahzrng the absurdrty of the s1tuat1on l proceeded to grasp the 1vory lmage reasonrng wtth myself that after all l was Just borrowrng 1t for a whrle and then ld return 1t When l aaarn reached the outsrde l found tne natlve st1ll waltmg for me but when he saw l had carrted somethmg out of the temple l had qurte a t1me of rt trytng to f llow hrm back for he ran as lg Satan hrmself was at hrs heels 24 . .. V f f , . 1 1 1 . , 0 , , . 1 1 1 1 . . ' . , , 1 - 1 . . 1 1 , . 1 ., . I , .1 1 - 4 1 - ' 'Q '- . V 1 1 1 1 1 - 1 1 1 . L V - 1 1 - 1 1 1 J . 1 1 1 1 , , . . . , . . i , 1 1 l O , . 5,