The Sea
Sophie expounds, “ The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in. And in I went, floating, rolling, splashing, swimming, and the sea called, Come out, come out, and further I went but always it swept me back to shore. And still the sea called, Come out, come out, and in boats I went—in rowboats and dinghies and motorboats, and after I learned to sail, I flew and the water and the birds, all of them calling, Sail on, sail on.” Sophie personifies the sea because the sea converses with her as a categorical human would. The uncanny correspondence between Sophie and the sea deduces that she is fervently intimate with the sea. Another party would not distinguish the sea discoursing; therefore, navigating is Sophie’s incarnate yearning which anxiety cannot smother.
“The Wanderer”
The boat is the principal expediter of ‘wandering.’ Sophie observes, “The boat is propped up on dry land and was a sorry sight the first day, I have to admit. It didn’t look anywhere near ready to head out to sea. But it has a terrific name: The Wanderer. I can picture myself on this sailboat, wandering out across the sea, wandering, wandering. The boat belongs to Uncle Dock, and he calls it his “baby.” It seems huge to me, enormous, far, far bigger than any boat I’ve ever been on. It’s forty-five feet long (that’s a pretty big “baby”),navy and white, with two masts of equal size, and nifty booms that wrap around the sails.” “The Wanderer” is idyllic for nautical based on its intricacy. Its name is figurative because it alludes to its gigantic utility. Besides, all the protection contrivances fitted in “The Wanderer” surges the sailors’ wellbeing.
The Baptism
Sophie reminisces, “On the way over to Frank’s house for the baptism feast, Brian broke his silence to inform us that the reason for the dunking was that the water would cleanse them of all their sins and they could start fresh, as whole new clean people. I kept thinking and thinking about that, and what I saw in my head was this very dirty person being dipped and then whoosh out he came all white and clean, like an angel. I saw this over and over and I started getting dizzy and woozy again” Sophie’s account of baptism infers that it is her foremost time to behold the baptism which necessitates plunging in water. Sophie visualizes her baptism vibrantly occasioning the wooziness that would transpire if one were to drown in the progression of baptism.
