That’s ..pretty awful man. Is this homework? Have you learned descriptive writing yet? Is this A ship? Row boat? Are they out at sea, on a lake, in a river? How’s the weather? Is it day or night? Does Jerry know how he got there? You literally have NO DETAILS!
The water slapped steadily against the hull of their little row boat sounding like a hollow war drum. Stars, reflected on its unsteady surface, added to the ambient lighting of the full moon. Even the fireflies dancing on the cool breeze couldn’t detract from the scene before him.
Jerry shifted uncomfortably causing the boat to rock. The girl before him blushed and tucked a silken strand of golden hair behind her ear. He had always thought of her as beautiful, but were these feelings real or was he just on the rebound, trying to recapture what he had lost before his heart had been broken into a million excuses as to why he should run away while he still could.