The boat’s crew were growing weary. We hadn’t seen land for so long, people were starting to disbelieve that such a thing existed. The sky was real, the surf was real, the salty feeling was real. But trees, green land? That was a phantasm, the stuff that visited the cabins and dreams at night.
I wish I had a crew that would write this paper for me. Honestly, what am I going to learn by reading a textbook and regurgitating information that will have no impact whatsoever on my future career? Nothing, except that you are a horrible teacher who does not expect any individual thought or uniqueness from his students. Which is why a crew would work best, giving you the answers you WANT to hear rather than the ones you SHOULD.
There were a bunch of us at one point. A small army, some might say. The best of friends we were. I always thought we would rule the world someday. We’d discover something amazing, and we’d use it to become wonderful. To save the world, maybe. Too bad things ended the way they did. Now none of that can ever happen…
The ship’s crew was wild and dunk. Obnoxious too. Too obnoxious. They were unbearable and ruining my already horrible day. But there was nothing I could do but sit at the table with my useless family sulking as I pretended to eat the food in front of me.
the crew ran through the door as te bullets shot past there heads. sam stumbled but managed to pull herself up. the blue barrels infront of the enemys car seemed to explode as they smashed into them.
It was difficult to explain why they had so thoroughly protected each other from the enemy. It wasn’t difficult to understand that they had been through so much already, facing life, death, horror and unspeakable acts that no one would ever dare utter in the waking hours. But they could not abandon one another, for fear of the abyss left behind.
I have been on so many crews. Lighting crew. Set crew. FOH crew. Costume crew. It’s crew head time, people say, people think. But I don’t know if I am ready. I might be a responsibility-phobe.
Our crew for volleyball was the best one I have every played with. We appreciated each other. I miss it so much. It was the biggest part of my life and I’ll never play competitively again. It makes me want to cry.
i wish i had a crew , sometimes i wish i knew you more then your crew , lets take a cruse across the Atlantic ocean far far away where you and i only knew… no one would know it but you and i forever
The men on the ship looked down into stormy waters that tossed adn churned below them. The man in the birds nest up top yelled out “land ahoy”. it was a blessing to the ears of me that had been at sea for weeks on end. They sailed slpwly closed to this unknown place that could orcould not be the last of them. All they knew was that if they didnt take their chance at that moment then they could die at sea.
My crew is always with me. I know it. No matter how crazy things get, or how much trouble I get in, I know they’ll bail me out. That’s why I love them all. Even when things are awkward and rough, they’re there. And nothing is more important to me than them. If I didn’t have them, I’d be alone. Which I fear. So to everyone in my crew, thank you.
The boat rocks. The cool waters hit my sides. That thrilling feeling. The air is silent with nothing but calming waves of water and a rhythmic yells of the coxswain “ROW! ROW!” she yells. And in unison, we row.
crew. theater people in black, or early-risers with ripped back muscles in canoes, or lowly pirates. lots of choices to write about this word. a crew, in short is a team. sometimes there is an ‘aye.’ jajajajajajaja….
One word can change a life. A simple yes, or a simple no. I simple love, or a simple yet tragic hate.
At the right time, it can save a life- or end it. Use yours carefully.
We’re in this together.
Right?
Of course.
All for one, and one for all.
Don’t look back, look ahead.
We’re your family now.
Us.
Not them, us.
Repeat after me: we are family.
There’s the mother and the father;
we are all brothers and sisters.
Forget what had been,
We’re your family now.
the man on the top of the ship shoulted out to his men “land ahoy!” as they closed in on a small island. the stormy waters churned adn crashed around tehm as they drew closer, forcing the shipmates to cling tightly as to avoide being thrown odd the side of the boat. theyd beena t sea for weeks now and the site of land was a welcoming one as the grew closer and closer to their only hope for survival.
Charlie looked around the ship. The crew were all pirates. He hid behind a barrel not wanting to end up like all those people you read about. Unfortunatly one of the pirates spotted him and said the words Charlie was dreading. ” Ah, a stowaway eh? Well then since we’re already out in the middle of the ocean theres only one thing for you to do. WALK THE PLANK!” he snarled, pushing Charlie with his shiny, sharp hook.
group of people having fun together. they love spending time in the park. laughing an just hanging out. talking about their social lives. but also at work. there is a crew and they have to spend time toether
I think we need to play with the whole crew, the teacher said. “What’s a crew?” asked one little girl. “It’s my Dad’s haircut,” said the boy in the back.
crew cuts are hair cuts that guys in the military have. also, a crew is a bunch of people on a ship. crew cuts are like a length of sock, i htink they’re long socks, but idk.
Finally, the crew is here. I’ve been working on this production for a few months now. It’s hard to find people that you trust. In order to make a successful set, you not only need talented people, but you also need people who are reliable and trustworthy.
a crew is a band of stripper men, scantily clad or completely nude. THey have hairy balls and shake their junk seductively in the faces of deprived and desperate house wives.They will, on occasion and depending on mood, jizz in your hair.
My friends and I form a crew. We are the best one out there and I don’t care what you say about it because I know you are just upset that our crew isn’t your crew. You can join my crew as long as you don’t talk smack
The crew team at my school thinks they’re the shit. Ok, you may have won New England’s, but who cares? I don’t that much. I also don’t care that you have practice at 5 AM, so stop talking about it all the time.
America’s next dance ‘crew’ is probably one of the worst run shows on mtv. First of all, what does lil’ kim have to do with dancing. What kind of knowledge does she have on the topic? At least JC was in Nsync and danced to horrible choreography. Also that other judge… he is very forgettable.
There was once an evil captain of an evil ship. His crew was not as evil as he was….also…his name was Sue Dennis Kelly, though most people called him KelSue the evil captain of an evil ship with a not so evil crew….he was also a woman….
This makes me think of theater. Wearing black. Being back stage. Being able to see the audience when they can’t see you. I’ve only crewed once. Maybe it doesn’t stay magical.
They had at last finished the final tuning of the landing pod. After years of trial and error, the troublesome lander assembly passed every simulation with a 99.9% accuracy. The entire project had been on hold for five years, costing the company untold millions. The Mars Exploration and Colony Constructor’s next-gen Nuclear Propulsion ship was ready for launch, in the construction bay near the ISS. The “astronauts” were awaiting boarding clearance, with much trepidation. The commander rubbed his head and began to scratch the nape of the lieutenant’s neck, and the pilot swam back and forth excitedly. Knowing the simulations of human components had all failed miserably, the company had gone with what their resident AI had suggested, with much dismay from the public; Two monkeys, a dog, and a dolphin named Clarence.
I love my crew. They are my best friends. They know my secrets, and theirs mine. They are my brothers and sisters. My family. I love them all in their own special ways. The jokes we share that no one knows. I love them their the best.
He remembered the Falls from years past when he and his crew would come up for a weekend get together. Now there was only him left, or so he assumed. He hadn’t seen anyone else in the last 48 hours or any indication that he would. Bleak was the biggest understatement he could think of. And yet, here were the Falls. Beautiful.
The boat had sixty-five people on it, and only twenty of them were actually paid employees. The rest were people who had been captured and were awaiting their fates. They didn’t know whether they were going to be killed, imprisoned or forced into slavery. None of them could say which would be the worst option.
The captain appeared on deck and the crew paused. They waited for the orders that the captain didn’t seem ready to give. He stared at them, open mouthed and lost for words, when a tentacle flew out of the sea and crushed the ship in half.
the crew fought hard but in the end they couldn’t win. time takes away all things. those who had been swept out to sea had it lucky. they didn’t have to deal with returning to land. the age of sailors and ships was over
The world is seperated into crews. People with money. People living in poverty. Then there are us, the free people. The crew that knows the point in life is not to fit in, but to be happy. I am gladly a part of this crew, for there is no other i would want to be in. This crew is my whole life.
He stepped into the tattered red vinyl seat, his new uniform still settling uneasily on his lanky frame. A gruff, wizened man stood behind him, shearing his flaxen hair into the crew cut mandated for all members of the service.
The boat’s crew were growing weary. We hadn’t seen land for so long, people were starting to disbelieve that such a thing existed. The sky was real, the surf was real, the salty feeling was real. But trees, green land? That was a phantasm, the stuff that visited the cabins and dreams at night.
I wish I had a crew that would write this paper for me. Honestly, what am I going to learn by reading a textbook and regurgitating information that will have no impact whatsoever on my future career? Nothing, except that you are a horrible teacher who does not expect any individual thought or uniqueness from his students. Which is why a crew would work best, giving you the answers you WANT to hear rather than the ones you SHOULD.
It’s a feeling of togetherness, of being one; a collective. Isolation breeds nothing but anger and hostility. Be as one, part of the crew.
There were a bunch of us at one point. A small army, some might say. The best of friends we were. I always thought we would rule the world someday. We’d discover something amazing, and we’d use it to become wonderful. To save the world, maybe. Too bad things ended the way they did. Now none of that can ever happen…
The ship’s crew was wild and dunk. Obnoxious too. Too obnoxious. They were unbearable and ruining my already horrible day. But there was nothing I could do but sit at the table with my useless family sulking as I pretended to eat the food in front of me.
the crew ran through the door as te bullets shot past there heads. sam stumbled but managed to pull herself up. the blue barrels infront of the enemys car seemed to explode as they smashed into them.
It was difficult to explain why they had so thoroughly protected each other from the enemy. It wasn’t difficult to understand that they had been through so much already, facing life, death, horror and unspeakable acts that no one would ever dare utter in the waking hours. But they could not abandon one another, for fear of the abyss left behind.
I have been on so many crews. Lighting crew. Set crew. FOH crew. Costume crew. It’s crew head time, people say, people think. But I don’t know if I am ready. I might be a responsibility-phobe.
Our crew for volleyball was the best one I have every played with. We appreciated each other. I miss it so much. It was the biggest part of my life and I’ll never play competitively again. It makes me want to cry.
i wish i had a crew , sometimes i wish i knew you more then your crew , lets take a cruse across the Atlantic ocean far far away where you and i only knew… no one would know it but you and i forever
a group. haircut a ship that has a captain also a corporation. a formed society. working together.this is just stupid….
The men on the ship looked down into stormy waters that tossed adn churned below them. The man in the birds nest up top yelled out “land ahoy”. it was a blessing to the ears of me that had been at sea for weeks on end. They sailed slpwly closed to this unknown place that could orcould not be the last of them. All they knew was that if they didnt take their chance at that moment then they could die at sea.
When the time came and the firing began, all I had was my team. Even in the most intense situations you can think of, a good crew will overcome it.
My crew is always with me. I know it. No matter how crazy things get, or how much trouble I get in, I know they’ll bail me out. That’s why I love them all. Even when things are awkward and rough, they’re there. And nothing is more important to me than them. If I didn’t have them, I’d be alone. Which I fear. So to everyone in my crew, thank you.
The boat rocks. The cool waters hit my sides. That thrilling feeling. The air is silent with nothing but calming waves of water and a rhythmic yells of the coxswain “ROW! ROW!” she yells. And in unison, we row.
crew. theater people in black, or early-risers with ripped back muscles in canoes, or lowly pirates. lots of choices to write about this word. a crew, in short is a team. sometimes there is an ‘aye.’ jajajajajajaja….
One word can change a life. A simple yes, or a simple no. I simple love, or a simple yet tragic hate.
At the right time, it can save a life- or end it. Use yours carefully.
We’re in this together.
Right?
Of course.
All for one, and one for all.
Don’t look back, look ahead.
We’re your family now.
Us.
Not them, us.
Repeat after me: we are family.
There’s the mother and the father;
we are all brothers and sisters.
Forget what had been,
We’re your family now.
the man on the top of the ship shoulted out to his men “land ahoy!” as they closed in on a small island. the stormy waters churned adn crashed around tehm as they drew closer, forcing the shipmates to cling tightly as to avoide being thrown odd the side of the boat. theyd beena t sea for weeks now and the site of land was a welcoming one as the grew closer and closer to their only hope for survival.
Charlie looked around the ship. The crew were all pirates. He hid behind a barrel not wanting to end up like all those people you read about. Unfortunatly one of the pirates spotted him and said the words Charlie was dreading. ” Ah, a stowaway eh? Well then since we’re already out in the middle of the ocean theres only one thing for you to do. WALK THE PLANK!” he snarled, pushing Charlie with his shiny, sharp hook.
group of people having fun together. they love spending time in the park. laughing an just hanging out. talking about their social lives. but also at work. there is a crew and they have to spend time toether
I think we need to play with the whole crew, the teacher said. “What’s a crew?” asked one little girl. “It’s my Dad’s haircut,” said the boy in the back.
crew cuts are hair cuts that guys in the military have. also, a crew is a bunch of people on a ship. crew cuts are like a length of sock, i htink they’re long socks, but idk.
Finally, the crew is here. I’ve been working on this production for a few months now. It’s hard to find people that you trust. In order to make a successful set, you not only need talented people, but you also need people who are reliable and trustworthy.
the people that work with u under a supervision & aim at making their team work succeeds.
a crew is a band of stripper men, scantily clad or completely nude. THey have hairy balls and shake their junk seductively in the faces of deprived and desperate house wives.They will, on occasion and depending on mood, jizz in your hair.
My friends and I form a crew. We are the best one out there and I don’t care what you say about it because I know you are just upset that our crew isn’t your crew. You can join my crew as long as you don’t talk smack
The crew team at my school thinks they’re the shit. Ok, you may have won New England’s, but who cares? I don’t that much. I also don’t care that you have practice at 5 AM, so stop talking about it all the time.
America’s next dance ‘crew’ is probably one of the worst run shows on mtv. First of all, what does lil’ kim have to do with dancing. What kind of knowledge does she have on the topic? At least JC was in Nsync and danced to horrible choreography. Also that other judge… he is very forgettable.
There was once an evil captain of an evil ship. His crew was not as evil as he was….also…his name was Sue Dennis Kelly, though most people called him KelSue the evil captain of an evil ship with a not so evil crew….he was also a woman….
This makes me think of theater. Wearing black. Being back stage. Being able to see the audience when they can’t see you. I’ve only crewed once. Maybe it doesn’t stay magical.
Man up! We’ve got to overtake the storms, to invade new worlds, to categorize new species, and remember lost legends. But we are in this together!
They had at last finished the final tuning of the landing pod. After years of trial and error, the troublesome lander assembly passed every simulation with a 99.9% accuracy. The entire project had been on hold for five years, costing the company untold millions. The Mars Exploration and Colony Constructor’s next-gen Nuclear Propulsion ship was ready for launch, in the construction bay near the ISS. The “astronauts” were awaiting boarding clearance, with much trepidation. The commander rubbed his head and began to scratch the nape of the lieutenant’s neck, and the pilot swam back and forth excitedly. Knowing the simulations of human components had all failed miserably, the company had gone with what their resident AI had suggested, with much dismay from the public; Two monkeys, a dog, and a dolphin named Clarence.
I love my crew. They are my best friends. They know my secrets, and theirs mine. They are my brothers and sisters. My family. I love them all in their own special ways. The jokes we share that no one knows. I love them their the best.
He remembered the Falls from years past when he and his crew would come up for a weekend get together. Now there was only him left, or so he assumed. He hadn’t seen anyone else in the last 48 hours or any indication that he would. Bleak was the biggest understatement he could think of. And yet, here were the Falls. Beautiful.
The boat had sixty-five people on it, and only twenty of them were actually paid employees. The rest were people who had been captured and were awaiting their fates. They didn’t know whether they were going to be killed, imprisoned or forced into slavery. None of them could say which would be the worst option.
The captain appeared on deck and the crew paused. They waited for the orders that the captain didn’t seem ready to give. He stared at them, open mouthed and lost for words, when a tentacle flew out of the sea and crushed the ship in half.
the crew fought hard but in the end they couldn’t win. time takes away all things. those who had been swept out to sea had it lucky. they didn’t have to deal with returning to land. the age of sailors and ships was over
The world is seperated into crews. People with money. People living in poverty. Then there are us, the free people. The crew that knows the point in life is not to fit in, but to be happy. I am gladly a part of this crew, for there is no other i would want to be in. This crew is my whole life.
He stepped into the tattered red vinyl seat, his new uniform still settling uneasily on his lanky frame. A gruff, wizened man stood behind him, shearing his flaxen hair into the crew cut mandated for all members of the service.