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  • Exposition
  • Inciting incedint
  • Inciting incedint
  • "OFF THERE to the right--somewhere--is a large island," said Whitney." It's rather a mystery--". "What island is it?" Rainsford asked. "The old charts call it `Ship-Trap Island,"' Whitney replied." A suggestive name, isn't it? Sailors have a curious dread of the place. I don't know why. Some superstition--". "Can't see it," remarked Rainsford, trying to peer through the dank tropical night that was palpable as it pressed its thick warm blackness... <Why is Whitney acting so strange.>
  • Rising Action
  • <BANG! BANG! BANG!> Rainsford fell off the ship. He used all his strength to swim up and shout for someone to help him. But that didn't happen. "Pistol shot," muttered Rainsford, swimming on. <Did Rainsford "accidently" fall off?>
  • Climax
  • When he opened his eyes he knew from the position of the sun that it was late in the afternoon.Sleep had given him new vigor; a sharp hunger was picking at him. He looked about him, almost cheerfully."Where there are pistol shots, there are men. Where there are men, there is food," <I chose this quote to be used because it best represents the situation/plot currently.>
  • Resoloution
  • "But you can't mean--" gasped Rainsford. "And why not?". "I can't believe you are serious, General Zaroff. This is a grisly joke". "Why should I not be serious? I am speaking of hunting". "Hunting? Great Guns, General Zaroff, what you speak of is murder." The general laughed with entire good nature. He regarded Rainsford quizzically. "I refuse to believe that so modern and civilized a young man as you seem to be harbors romantic ideas about the value of human life. Surely your experiences in the war--". "Did not make me condone cold-blooded murder," finished Rainsford stiffly. <HUH! HE'S A MURDERER, HE'S CRAZY>
  • "Nerve, nerve, nerve!" he panted, as he dashed along. A blue gap showed between the trees dead ahead. Ever nearer drew the hounds. Rainsford forced himself on toward that gap. He reached it. It was the shore of the sea. Across a cove he could see the gloomy gray stone of the chateau. Twenty feet below him the sea rumbled and hissed. Rainsford hesitated. He heard the hounds. Then he leaped far out into the sea. . . . <NERVE, NERVE, NERVE...>
  • A man, who had been hiding in the curtains of the bed, was standing there. "Rainsford!" screamed the general. "How in God's name did you get here?". "Swam," said Rainsford. "I found it quicker than walking through the jungle". The general sucked in his breath and smiled. "I congratulate you," he said. "You have won the game." Rainsford did not smile. "I am still a beast at bay," he said, in a low, hoarse voice. "Get ready, General Zaroff." The general made one of his deepest bows. "I see," he said. "Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. The other will sleep in this very excellent bed. On guard, Rainsford". . . He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided. <Sleep tight, don't let the fleas from the hounds bight>
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