Cape

A cape is a point of land that extends into a body of water, usually smaller than a peninsula. Some examples of famous capes are the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa, Cape Cod in the United States, and Cape Horn in South America. Capes are often formed by erosion, currents, glaciers, or rivers. Capes can also be a type of clothing that covers the shoulders and hangs loosely from the neck, like a cloak but shorter. Some superheroes, such as Superman and Batman, wear capes as part of their costumes.

Here are 10 sample sentences using the word cape:

• He wore a cape over his suit to keep warm.
• She admired the view of the ocean from the cape.
• The lighthouse on the cape guided the ships at night.
• He fastened his cape around his neck and flew into the sky.
• They decided to spend their vacation on Cape Cod.
• The wind blew her cape behind her as she ran.
• The pirates sailed around the cape to avoid the navy.
• She bought a red cape to match her dress.
• The cape was a popular tourist attraction for its scenic beauty.
• He threw his cape over his shoulder and walked away.

Here are some lists of synonyms, antonyms, derived words, related words, phrasal verbs, expressions, and idioms related to cape:

Synonyms (with Indonesian equivalent):

• Point
• Promontory
• Headland
• Cloak
• Mantle
• Wrap

The Lady of the Point

The wind howled a mournful dirge as Amelia, cloaked in a tattered mantle, stood at the edge of the windswept promontory. Below, the waves crashed against the jagged rocks, their salty spray reaching her wind-whipped face. The point, known as Widow’s Leap, was notorious for its treacherous currents and sudden storms, and Amelia was no stranger to its dangers.

Years ago, her husband, a weathered sailor, had vanished during a fierce storm near the point. His ship, the “Sea Serpent,” was found later, its hull battered and empty. Amelia, refusing to believe his demise, had become a fixture on the point, her figure a solitary silhouette against the stormy sky.

One stormy night, as the wind tore at her cloak, a glimmer of light caught Amelia’s eye. A ship, its sails tattered and rigging groaning, was being tossed mercilessly by the waves, heading straight for the jagged rocks. Panic surged through her.

Without hesitation, Amelia raced back to her cottage, grabbing a lantern and an old oilcloth that she used as a makeshift wrap. With the lantern held high, she braved the storm, her figure a beacon against the darkness.

Reaching the edge of the point, she waved the lantern frantically, guiding the ship away from the rocks. The storm raged on, but slowly, the captain managed to maneuver the ship away from the danger zone.

As dawn broke, casting a pale light on the storm-battered scene, Amelia saw a lone figure approaching from the beach. It was the ship’s captain, a young man with eyes filled with gratitude. He recounted the harrowing night and how Amelia’s unwavering light had saved his ship and crew.

News of Amelia’s bravery spread throughout the village. From the “Lady of Sorrow,” she became the “Lady of the Point,” her legend growing with each passing storm. No longer just a grieving widow, she became a symbol of hope and courage, a solitary figure wrapped in her mantle of fearlessness, forever guarding the treacherous point.

The Windswept Whisper

The promontory jutted out like a skeletal finger, the wind howling a mournful dirge as it whipped at Amelia’s face. Below, the waves crashed against the jagged rocks, their icy spray stinging her exposed skin. She clutched her worn cloak tighter, its tattered edges whipping in the gale.

Amelia had been summoned to this desolate headland by a single, cryptic message. A lone raven, its black form stark against the leaden sky, had delivered the note, its message scrawled in spidery script: “Come to the point, at dusk, alone. The truth awaits.”

Driven by a mix of curiosity and a gnawing sense of unease, Amelia had trekked across the bleak landscape, finally arriving at this windswept precipice. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues of orange and purple. The air grew colder, and the wind seemed to whisper secrets in her ear.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from behind a crumbling stone wall, their form shrouded in a dark mantle. Amelia’s heart pounded in her chest. Who was this mysterious visitor?

“You came,” the figure rasped, their voice barely audible over the wind’s roar. “Do you seek the truth?”

“Who are you?” Amelia demanded, her voice hoarse from the wind and the raw emotion churning within her.

The figure unfurled the cloak, revealing the weathered face of an old woman, her eyes like pools of ancient wisdom. “I am the keeper of secrets,” she said, her voice carrying the weight of countless stories. “And you, Amelia, are at the center of a web of deceit.”

She went on to reveal a tale of betrayal and hidden agendas, weaving together a narrative that left Amelia breathless. The truth, it turned out, was far more complex and unsettling than she could have ever imagined.

As the final rays of the sun faded, the old woman held out a worn leather wrap. “This will protect you,” she said, her voice filled with a strange urgency. “The path ahead is dark, but you must not falter.”

With that, the old woman turned and vanished into the gathering dusk, leaving Amelia alone on the windswept promontory, the weight of the truth heavy on her shoulders. The wind seemed to carry the echo of her words, a chilling reminder of the journey that lay ahead, a journey that would test her courage and force her to confront the darkness that lurked in the shadows.

The Whisper of the Wind

The salty spray stung Finn’s face as he clung precariously to the jagged edge of the promontory. Below him, the relentless waves of the North Sea crashed against the rocky cliffs, a symphony of raw power and fury. The wind, a mantle of icy air, whipped at his rain-soaked clothes, threatening to tear him from his precarious perch.

He had been warned of the dangers of the headland. Locals spoke of treacherous currents and sudden squalls, but Finn, driven by an unyielding determination, had ventured out anyway. He was searching for the legendary “Emerald Eye,” a hidden cave rumored to hold a treasure beyond imagination.

Just as despair began to creep in, a flash of green caught his eye. Nestled within a crevice, partially obscured by a thick, emerald green cloak of seaweed, was the entrance to a cave. With a surge of renewed energy, Finn clambered down the treacherous cliff face, driven by the promise of the unknown.

Inside the cave, the air hung heavy and still. The only sound was the rhythmic drip of water and the echo of Finn’s own ragged breaths. He cautiously navigated the darkness, his hand trailing along the damp walls. The air grew colder, the silence deeper.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the cave, extinguishing his torch and plunging him into complete darkness. Panic surged through him, but then, he heard it – a faint whisper. It was a sound like no other, a mournful melody that seemed to emanate from the very walls of the cave.

Guided by the ethereal whisper, Finn stumbled through the darkness until he reached a large chamber. In the center, bathed in an ethereal green glow, lay a single, perfect emerald, pulsating with an otherworldly light. It was the “Emerald Eye,” more magnificent than he could have ever imagined.

As he reached out to touch the gem, the whisper intensified, transforming into a torrent of voices, each one filled with sorrow and regret. They spoke of a terrible storm, a ship lost at sea, and a treasure hidden away to protect it from the greed of men.

Finn realized then that the Emerald Eye was not a treasure to be claimed, but a memorial to a tragedy. He carefully placed the gem back on its pedestal, his heart heavy with newfound understanding. The wind, as if acknowledging his respect, calmed, leaving him in the peaceful silence of the cave.

Leaving the Emerald Eye undisturbed, Finn emerged from the cave, forever changed by the experience. He had found no riches, but he had discovered a valuable lesson: true treasures often lie not in material possessions, but in the stories and emotions they hold.

• Point (titik)
• Promontory (tanah menjorok)
• Headland (tanah tinggi)
• Cloak (jubah)
• Mantle (selimut)
• Wrap (selendang)

Antonyms (with Indonesian equivalent):

• Bay (teluk)
• Inlet (muara)
• Gulf (teluk besar)
• Coat (mantel)
• Jacket (jaket)
• Sweater (baju hangat)

Derived words (with Indonesian equivalent):

• Caped (berjubah)
• Capelike (seperti jubah)
• Capeline (jubah kecil)
• Capeless (tanpa jubah)
• Capeskin (kulit jubah)
• Capework (kerja jubah)

Related words (with Indonesian equivalent):

• Peninsula (semenanjung)
• Island (pulau)
• Coast (pantai)
• Ocean (samudra)
• Sea (laut)
• Shore (tepi)

Phrasal verbs (with Indonesian equivalent):

• Cape up (memakai jubah)
• Cape off (melepas jubah)
• Cape out (membuat jubah)
• Cape around (berkeliling dengan jubah)
• Cape over (menutupi dengan jubah)
• Cape back (mengembalikan jubah)

Expressions (with Indonesian equivalent):

• To put on a cape (berpura-pura menjadi pahlawan)
• To take off the cape (berhenti menjadi pahlawan)
• To wear the cape (bertanggung jawab atas sesuatu)
• To have a cape (memiliki kekuatan atau kemampuan khusus)
• To need a cape (membutuhkan bantuan atau dukungan)
• To give someone a cape (memberi seseorang penghargaan atau pujian)

Idioms (with Indonesian equivalent):

• No capes (tidak ada pahlawan)
• To be a caped crusader (menjadi pejuang keadilan)
• To have a cape complex (memiliki obsesi menjadi pahlawan)
• To be a cape chaser (menjadi penggemar atau pengikut pahlawan)
• To throw one’s cape over a puddle (menjadi sangat sopan atau romantis)
• To be a man of the cape (menjadi seorang matador atau pejuang banteng)