Journal #5

      But Jill wasn't ready for death. Death was the end to a long lively life.  A long life on a broad a vast horizon. Why does death need to come so soon, to those that haven't done a thing? He waits peacefully as he looks towards the west. Waiting with his harpoon drawn and poised towards the breaking waves. Waiting for something that may never been or never will. She waits for the day to come, where the man brings her the letter. Always anticipating but never was she ready. Bob! There was no need for you to sail towards the end. She wanted one more opportunity to speak to her beloved but there was no time. He was taken out to sea by the gods. He would come back to live the rest of there lives together. There is no chance for death on this voyage. That's what she believed. But if he has, she would know by the next mornings sun and by the feel of the town. People began to gather like never before. Waiting as the sun began to rise. Something that never will be has come.

I used the word "Death" to surround my pastiche just as Hurston did on page 84 of Their Eyes Were Watching God. I changed the characters around and made Bob the person that was soon to die as a sailor and Jill the wife that was wishing he wouldn't go. I tried to stay with-in the guide lines of page 84. Hurston used the letter "w" as an alliteration in the second line where i used the letter "L" as my alliteration. For the most part i used the same format as her's, like using a question and using exclamation points.