Rat Island: Language Features

 In Rat Island they use language feature we learning use in our writing like similes, metaphors, aliteration, and personification. 

We had to find in the book similes, metaphors, and personification. 

I only found a few simlies because I've only read chapter 1 & 2.

Here are the examples and the ones I found.

Simlie: His black moustache was as sharp as a stingray's tail. His single eye would burn into your soul like a fiery cannonball.

Metaphor: Captain Tombs was seated in the corner of his cabin. A black spider in the web.

Personification: Through stroms and seas that'd make a cannonball weep.

The Waka Horua Tairaawhiti Journey

I had the amazing experience going to the waka.
It was hard to think of a summary statment because I didn't kow how to end it.
It was easy to write some bits because I thought of them whilist on the waka.

The waka rocked unsteadily as I placed my foot on the polished wood. I tightened my life jacket nervously. The engine begun and whirred. Pushing and pulling the Hoi with ease, Chris sighed. It wasn’t a I-don’t-want-to-do-this sigh, it was more of an it's-nice-to-be-here sigh. Bright and powerful, the sun streamed through the clouds and a light breeze brushed my hair back. One of the girls from our group gripped the black stay, looking uneasy. As we headed out, the waves got rougher and the waka tipped further one way to the other. Suddenly, the engine stopped and the vibrating underneath my feet calmed. The waves rushed against the sides of the boat and I had to bend legs. My mum had given my medication for my sensitive motion sickness, so I wasn’t too queasy, but still. Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat.”Okay, team. This is as far as we’ll go, but you can go and explore some parts of the boat.” We were all super lucky to check out cabins ‘cause no one else would be aloud to. When I hauled myself up to the shiny wooden deck, I saw a paint-peeled-old-fisher-man’s-boat that was very ratted and did not look like it had been taken care of, and well… You get the picture. The old boat was oozing and spewing out with, thick, brown, sludge. That’s not right, I thought. There was a huge spill all around the boat. I tried to get the memory out of my mind, but it stuck there, screaming like a banshee, compelling me to do something.” Okay, putting up the sails now.” Yelled Chris, interrupting my deep thoughts. I snapped to my senses and helped out. The sails had a hammerhead shark in maroon, with small stars surrounding it. And the journey continued.

Winter

In Room One we are learning to use similes and personification.
Similes compare things using the words as or like. I enjoyed describing the nouns. I found it tricky to match my verbs and adjectives.

Outside on the field, frosty grass fizzed and crunched under my numb toes. The sky froze and the wind howled and pushed my back. My warm breath blew out steam like a puff of a mini cloud. Rain trickled down the back of my head as soon as I got inside.