The Jet Ski

As I whiz around over the enormous foamy frothy white caps, I hear people cheering me I jump the massive waves. I hear seagulls squawking to each other in the dark blue sky. I hear the waves hit the soft, wet, sinky sand. As I speed up the motor roars of like a lion ready to attack. 

The waves look like a sprinkler as they spray out the back of the zooming jet ski. As I look up to the sky the soft clods look like silky sheep wool. The turquoise crystal water shimmers in the distance. As I jump the gigantic high waves it looks like fresh cream just been whipped. The frothy foamy bubbles surround me in the crystal clear water. 

I can smell the petrol from my jet ski flowing through the cold fresh air. The smell of the salt water flows through my cold nose.My arms start to ache as I hold on as tight as a crab not wanting to let go. My motor starts to vibrate as I whiz through the crashing, thundering, loud waves.

I zoom back into the beach and I feel very proud and glad I did it.