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Tour Boat
The cool water of Lake Ontario lapped against the side of the ship as we sailed deeper into the blue. The wind was howling into the sails propelling us forward farther out of Toronto. I though ‘to think that it a few hours ago I was sitting on a dock in Ontario Harbour waiting for a tour boat.’ My grandma told us that we were going on an old sail boat tour through the harbour and on Lake Ontario. I thought to myself ‘This is going to be so boring. Especially with both grandparents having a broken foot each’.
By the time the boat came back from the last tour we were dying of boredom. We made our way over to where it was docked and climbed aboard. The crew helped my crippled grandparents onto the boat. We waited for around twenty minutes for other people to climb aboard. Only four other people came on the boat so the deck of the ship wasn’t crowded at all. We untied from the dock and were off. One of the crew members came to the front and said “We are going to let the sails loose and need volunteers.”
My grandma said to my sister and I “You guys go and do it because you are the only kids that are on the boat and I want some pictures.”
Me being the the oldest went up first and started pulling on the rope and my sister joined in. We eventually got the sails up and sat back down to watch the scenery fly by. We made our way to the back of the ship and my grandma asked for a picture of us at the steering wheel. They even took a picture of all of us. After that the Captain turned to me and asked “If you want to Captain the boat you can. There isn’t that many people on board so we don't have to worry about that, as much.”
I took the helm and he showed me how to speed up and down and how to use the wheel. I thought to myself ‘Don’t crash, don't crash, don't crash!’ as I was sailing through boats. At first I thought I was going to crash but I got the hang of it fast through past experience with boats. I cut through the water like a hot knife through butter. I breezed through the harbour while the crew made a crazy drink concoction for the captain and he almost threw up. We all laughed.
After around 30 minutes of cruising the captain said “Turn hard starboard and take us back in.”
I did as asked and he took back over. The wind pushed us along like a feather floating from the sky. We finally docked at the pier and were helped off the ship. My grandmother thanked the crew and we were back on our Canadian road trip.
This was one of my most memorable experiences. This changed me because I have had a love for water since I was little and this experience has since improved it. I dream of captaining ships and possibly even joining the Coast Guard.

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