VirginiaHuguenot
Puritanboard Librarian
Does anybody have any good adventure stories?
I'll share one...
When I was 9 years old I was living in Kingston, Jamaica. Just off shore was the submerged city of Port Royal. It was destroyed by an earthquake on June 7, 1692. One can still find artifacts underwater or on shore. The city was a pirate haven and it was known as the "Sodom of the New World," the richest and most wicked city in the Western Hemisphere during its day. Its destruction was the subject of many contemporary sermons who saw the hand of God's judgment at work.
My family and friends sailed out Kingston Harbor to an island called Gun Cay. On the way we passed an island where pirates were once executed. We spent much of the day collecting shells and other souvenirs like coral. A sudden gust of wind blew our boat away across the water back to the mainland (Jamaica). The area was known for sharks and shark attacks and my father cut his chest on a coral reef swimming after the sailboat so he terminated the chase and we found ourselves marooned on a desert island. We were short on supplies and very parched. About four hours later we flagged a fisherman down and the male adults went back to retrieve our boat leaving us there. The winds were too high and the rudder actually broke as they tried to sail back to pick us up. We watched all of this from the island and tried not to panick. Finally, they hitched another ride and brought us back to Jamaica. Our danger was never extreme, but in God's providence it made for an adventure story to remember once we were back safe and sound.
I'll share one...
When I was 9 years old I was living in Kingston, Jamaica. Just off shore was the submerged city of Port Royal. It was destroyed by an earthquake on June 7, 1692. One can still find artifacts underwater or on shore. The city was a pirate haven and it was known as the "Sodom of the New World," the richest and most wicked city in the Western Hemisphere during its day. Its destruction was the subject of many contemporary sermons who saw the hand of God's judgment at work.
My family and friends sailed out Kingston Harbor to an island called Gun Cay. On the way we passed an island where pirates were once executed. We spent much of the day collecting shells and other souvenirs like coral. A sudden gust of wind blew our boat away across the water back to the mainland (Jamaica). The area was known for sharks and shark attacks and my father cut his chest on a coral reef swimming after the sailboat so he terminated the chase and we found ourselves marooned on a desert island. We were short on supplies and very parched. About four hours later we flagged a fisherman down and the male adults went back to retrieve our boat leaving us there. The winds were too high and the rudder actually broke as they tried to sail back to pick us up. We watched all of this from the island and tried not to panick. Finally, they hitched another ride and brought us back to Jamaica. Our danger was never extreme, but in God's providence it made for an adventure story to remember once we were back safe and sound.


