What I should be, really, is frightened. Everything about this situation is alarming. I can almost hear the opening strains of one of those melancholy operas Father likes to listen to with the door to his study closed. All the ominous parts are here—dark sky, turbulent lake, waves rising, my cousin Peter, the ship’s first mate though he’s barely older than me, insisting I get a life preserver and put it on.

I dig my nose into my collar and turn to the side. The wind still tears at my skin, but I’m not going to leave this spot at the front of the ship if I can help it. Even though the sky is getting darker by the second. Even though it’s only midmorning, and I can barely see the horizon. The lake is murky too, almost black, indistinguishable from the sky.

What best describes the mood implied by the story’s setting?
(1 point)
Responses

eerie and frightening
eerie and frightening
peaceful and relaxed
peaceful and relaxed
boring and disinterested
boring and disinterested
uplifting and cheerful
uplifting and cheerful