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Zoey found the breeze up top to be very relaxing. She closed her eyes and undid her bun, letting her long luscious black hair whip around in the wind. She tilted her head back and inhaled deeply, only to suddenly gag and cover her mouth, gripping the railing of the yacht. "Oh shizzles," she coughed and waved her hand in front of her nose. "Whoever said lake water smelled great has a broken sniffer." To her it smelled like fish and wet mold. She sputtered and wiped at her nose before leaning heavily on the railing again, staring out in the lake. It was crystal blue and glimmering, despite the icky smell. It reminded her of when her dad took her on fishing trips back when things were happier. She smiled at the memory, barely noticing the strange squeaks that joined her up top.

Zoey stood straight up when she felt a shadow fall over her and saw no other than "...Tannhauser?" She put a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter that was threatening to come out any second. "What in the world are you even wearing? A shark suit?" She giggled as she poked at the costume, seeing it was made of air. "Huh, not a bad idea, but what if you have to pee?" She smiled and then breathed out. "Look, about last night, I'm sorry I reacted the way I did. I had a bad train ride over, and someone kind of did what you did last night. They didn't mean to... But you're right. We need to go in and not fear... Everything-"

She was interrupted when she heard a voice behind her and saw Estelle. She didn't look so good. She was about to go to her, but Travold was already on it. She watched the two interact, suddenly feeling distant and alone. She never got what she wanted to say out of her brain. It drove her completely nuts. Feeling a new anger inside of her, and seeing that Estelle was getting taken care of, she just quietly moved passed the two and head below deck to get away from all the noise. "It's Travold, not a shark, you silly girl," Zoey muttered to her friend before disappearing from deck.

Once she was below, she blinked and took a look around. There, she spotted a familiar face and approached him. "Hey, Shane." She looked at him in surprise, looking back to the entrance that led up top. "Um... Estelle is looking for you dude. She looked sick, but Travold has her in his care." She shrugged her shoulders and sat down by Shane. "I think she needs ya." Zoey needed someone too, but she would endure being lonely. Everyone always had the first grabs with friends and lovers. Zoey always walked the lonely path.

 

Evan Allen Walker:
{~~~Day 3 (1/5)~~~March 16th, 2016, Wednesday~~~Location: At places~~~Mood:Stoked~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}

What a fun night it had been. Not only was he able to devour food, deliciously cooked he might add, to his hearts desire...or at least as much as they could, but the gang even got together to discuss all of their findings. He tried to come up with something to contribute to the group discussion, but having read seven useless books and one eighth one that was randomly on bleach he didn't feel like he could add anything. After all was said and done though night came and went with not much to offer and the morning came and went just as fast. Evan would totally have donned his rollerblades if not for the fact that he had to keep pace with the group and that rocking surfaces and wheeled shoes didn't go well together. Regardless he got on the boat and just walked around scanning around the boa-

HOLY FUCKING SHIT! Was that a shark on the boat. Man he knew yachts were supposed to be fancy but to think that they had their own walking sharks. Badass. He decided not to interact with the shark though because...it was a shark. Although it did look like it was going to go talk to the eye patch girl, Z.K. That's how he referred to her anyway. He decided to check in with the main group, who assumed was the "planning committee" of sorts. And if they weren't well then there needed to be one because they were basically flying in blind with nothing but odd trivia on the place.

He got inside to hear that they have...absolutely no plan. Also something about a sharknado (which might explain the amphibious shark on board) and not having the element of surprise. Also there was some girl who he hadn't recalled seeing for like, the longest of times, just hiding under a table. Ever since he saw her on this trip he's been trying to piece together what her name was, which he had narrowed it down to a state that had a North South version of it. From this clue he had narrowed it down to Dakota, Carolina, Kentucky and Wyoming...he really should've paid better attention to geography. He decided to put that off for just a bit until epiphany struck and chimed in "well even if they did know we're coming it's not like it makes much more of a difference. All that happens is that they get to act like shady people, and you know what they say." He stood there for a second trying to figure out what the metaphor was that involved spider webs before he just went back in with, "ya know the more people lie the easier it is for them to be caught in their lies. We're just gonna have to pay close attention to the way the people act." It wasn't really much of anything other than a "stay sharp" type message but still, he felt like adding in.


At that moment epiphany struck and he remembered her name Dotako...er Dakota. He may have accidently said that in the past. He decided to check on her because hiding under a table on a boat probably wasn't the safest of things. He walked over and bent down to establish, at the very least, same height levels. This was a very delicate situation that required the utmost care. "Yo Dakota, doing alright down there?" Smooth operator that Evan was.

 

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xxxxxx<< YOU ARE GETTING IN THE WAY OF THE REVOLUTION. IT IS PEOPLE LIKE YOU WHO ARE THE SPIKES THAT WILL NOT ALLOW THE FUTURE OF COMMUNISM TO PROGRESS BECAUSE YOU ARE BLINDED BY FALSITIES THAT DO NOT ALLOW YOU TO SEE THE TRUTH BECAUSE OF YOUR OWN SICKNESSES. >> Torvald strutted around, his large shark tail bobbing up and down as if it were twerking magnificently in the spring sunlight. << I HAVE QUESTIONS TO ASK WITH THE VERY CAPTAIN OF OUR SHIP OF EQUAL UTOPIA AND IF YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE THE GODFORSAKEN QUEERAT OIL TO SETTLE YOUR OBVIOUS MISFACULTIES WITH YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS ON THE SHIP AS A RESULT OF THE SEASICKNESS THEN I AM TAKING YOU WITH ME AS A PRODUCT OF THE PROLETARIAT. >> He threw the queerat oil back into the first aid kit and closed it, picking it up and storing it away. He then walked over to Estelle and picked her up in a fireman's hold, jumping away from the deck in his shark suit. << I AM KEEPING YOU IN MY FLIPPERS UNTIL YOU GET SOME SENSE IN YOUR HEAD. >>​

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The bridge was a relatively empty place, much more quiet compared to the rest of the yacht. Since Torvald's hands were full, he roundhouse kicked the door open, his shark tail adding extra force to the blow, and he barrelled in like a linebacker carrying an unrealistically terrified Estelle.​

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<< PROOOOOFESSSOOOOOR JUUUUULIUUUUUUS, COMRAAAAADE. >>​

The momentum of the shark suit made him bump into a few knobs on the side of the control panel, far from the steering wheel where Julius was. What was that? He had knocked into a radio or something and began playing a song in the bridge.​

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Torvald turned around and gently placed Estelle on the ground. Noticing the knobs he just hit, it appeared that this song was being broadcast down into the sea below as well.​

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<< COMRADE, THESE PEOPLE ARE ACTING RIDICULOUS ON THE BRIDGE SO I HAVE BROUGHT THEM HERE FOR SAFEKEEPING. WE MUST KEEP THE DOOR OPEN FOR IF SHE FEELS BETTER HOWEVER. >>​

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<< I am well enough aware that you are the most sensible and experienced of those who were taken in with the events of Bentley three years ago. To get a better grasp of the situation, is it possible for you to answer a few of my questions while you sail that ship? >>

 

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xx<< YOU ARE GETTING IN THE WAY OF THE REVOLUTION. IT IS PEOPLE LIKE YOU WHO ARE THE SPIKES THAT WILL NOT ALLOW THE FUTURE OF COMMUNISM TO PROGRESS BECAUSE YOU ARE BLINDED BY FALSITIES THAT DO NOT ALLOW YOU TO SEE THE TRUTH BECAUSE OF YOUR OWN SICKNESSES. >> ​

Estelle looked at him Puzzlingly, forgetting her fear. "Um... excuse me?" She asked.​

<< I HAVE QUESTIONS TO ASK WITH THE VERY CAPTAIN OF OUR SHIP OF EQUAL UTOPIA AND IF YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE THE GODFORSAKEN QUEERAT OIL TO SETTLE YOUR OBVIOUS MISFACULTIES WITH YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS ON THE SHIP AS A RESULT OF THE SEASICKNESS THEN I AM TAKING YOU WITH ME AS A PRODUCT OF THE PROLETARIAT. >> ​

"I'M NOT SEASICK!" She cried. "And you mean the captain who doesn't know how to drive?!"​

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He threw the queerat oil back into the first aid kit and closed it, picking it up and storing it away. He then walked over to Estelle and picked her up in a fireman's hold, jumping away from the deck in his shark suit. << I AM KEEPING YOU IN MY FLIPPERS UNTIL YOU GET SOME SENSE IN YOUR HEAD. >>​

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Estelle yelled "PUT ME DOWN PUT ME DOWN!" She said, biting his flipper. "I DON'T LIKE BEING TOUCHED!" She yelled at him. "At least not by you...." She muttered. "SOMEONE! ANYONE! ZOEY! SHANE! I'M BEING ABDUCTED BY A SHARKMAN!" ​

The bridge was a relatively empty place, much more quiet compared to the rest of the yacht. Since Torvald's hands were full, he roundhouse kicked the door open, his shark tail adding extra force to the blow, and he barrelled in like a linebacker carrying an unrealistically terrified Estelle.​

Estelle screamed as he kicked the door down. "CAPTAIN THIS MAN IS CRAZY!" She yelled kicking her feet. "Oh hey I know you Captain you were at that hospital with Zoey once a upon a time." She said a little bit claimer. "Anyway PUT ME DOWN!" ​

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Torvald turned around and gently placed Estelle on the ground. Noticing the knobs he just hit, it appeared that this song was being broadcast down into the sea below as well.​

As soon as Estelle was put down she kicked him in the leg. "Who are you!? What gives you the right to pick light girls up from the deck and take them into a room with a Mr.Captain?!" She asked angered ​

<< COMRADE, THESE PEOPLE ARE ACTING RIDICULOUS ON THE BRIDGE SO I HAVE BROUGHT THEM HERE FOR SAFEKEEPING. WE MUST KEEP THE DOOR OPEN FOR IF SHE FEELS BETTER HOWEVER. >>​

"EXCUSE ME I'M RIGHT HERE!" She yelled. "Whoever the hell you are I'm feeling just fine." She told him, crossing her arms, her hair flicking him in the face. ​

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"3 years ago? What happened 3 years ago?" Estelle asked. "Questions... HAVE I BEEN BROUGHT IN HERE TO BE INTERROGATED ON SIDE OF MR.CAPTAIN!?" Estelle yelled. "Oh man oh man oh man! I must be in real trouble to have been taken away by a Sharkman..." This was shity day. And Zoey had left her to go who knows where. "She better not be with Shane." Estelle thought to herself, as she felt her eyes burning with tears of anger. She was easily jealous I suppose. ​

 

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There was a commotion going on, but Julius paid little mind to it as he focused on the open road...err...seas and sailed on. Everything was peaceful until...

<< PROOOOOFESSSOOOOOR JUUUUULIUUUUUUS, COMRAAAAADE. >>

The loud crashing sound and even louder voice startled Julius as Torvald came rushing in all of a sudden. "WHAT FUCKING FUCKITY FUCKING SHITTY SHIT SHITING BITCHING FAGGATORY IS FUCKING SHITTINGLY GOING ON?!" Julius yelled as he stared dumbfound at the man in the shark costume with his eye wide and his jaw dropped. Torvald was ridiculous, but the shark suit took it to another level.

All this yelling was just hurting his head and he just couldn't think with all the noise going on "ALRIGHT YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONE FUCKING MOMENT! I DON'T WANT A FUCKING HEADACHE! I MEAN WHAT THE FUCKING HELL! IF I'M GOING TO FUCKING CRASH THE BOAT ITS GOING TO BE BOTH YOUR FUCKING FAULT" Julius yelled out as he let out a deep sigh and rubbed his temples with one hand as he simmered down. He had absolutely no idea how to actually react to this and after saying only a few of the swears in his mind, Julius just remained silent before clearing his own throat. "Erm...alright then now thats over one of you speak to me...err...speak my revolutionary friend...let us enlighten our minds and speak towards sparking a greater future for us to seize....or some shit like that....man I don't even fucking know...just fucking ask your damn questions" Julius said with a deep sigh as he turned his attention back towards where he was driving. He found at least playing along with Torvald would at least be better than trying his hardest to comprehend what the idiot was saying.

 

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"ALRIGHT YOU TWO SHUT THE **** UP FOR ONE ****ING MOMENT! I DON'T WANT A ****ING HEADACHE! I MEAN WHAT THE ****ING HELL! IF I'M GOING TO ****ING CRASH THE BOAT ITS GOING TO BE BOTH YOUR ****ING FAULT" ​

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Estelle gasped and hid behind The SharkMan. Even though she had bit him, and kick him a few minutes ago, Mr.CaptainEyePatch, seemed worst. "He has a mouth on him." Estelle whispered to SharkMan, gripping onto the side of his suit tightly. ​

"Erm...alright then now thats over one of you speak to me...err...speak my revolutionary friend...let us enlighten our minds and speak towards sparking a greater future for us to seize....or some **** like that....man I don't even ****ing know...just ****ing ask your damn questions"​

Estelle looked up "Erg.... Hello I'm Estelle, I'm being held captive for the SharkMan's dinner." Estelle told him. "I'm only holding onto him because Mr.CaptainEyePatch you're much more scarier then he is." She told him. "Weirdos." Estelle thought. She realized that her mind was clearing up, and she wasn't scared of the boat anymore. She would remember all this later and probably be embarrassed, but it didn't seem to hit her yet. "SharkMan, are you some kid of undercover spy or something? Why the interrogation?" Estelle asked him. She felt like a child, holding onto one of her sisters, but she was so scared of new people... and crazy people.. "Am I dreaming or something?" She whispered out loud to herself​

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Sasha watched the people go in and sat there until the boat lurched forward and made its way across the water. She felt Dennis sit next to him, making her somewhat nervous. Even though he's her one and only friend, she still wasn't ready to open up her broken side yet. Wait...what am I thinking about? This is a serious case! Not a ride between you and Dennis...​

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"So how are you feeling now? I mean about this trip and Bentley."​

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Sasha bit her lip as she heard that question. She REALLY didn't want to speak out against it. It would make her look selfish and horrible since everyone was in hearing distance not to mention he spoke his question quite loudly.​

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She balled her fists, taking a deep breath. "I-I'm scared to be honest. I want to tell you the truth...but how can I? I wasn't there to see what I needed to know... I holed myself for the last 3 months. Look at me joining this...How do you think I feel about this? I'm sure the others feel like I'm just a freeloader on this trip. And being honest, that's what I am and that's how I feel. I feel...guilty. Selfish. A nuisance."​

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Shane had been sitting on the lower deck of the yacht as sailed. While he didn't Estelle anywhere down there, he figured that she had to be somewhere. Fortunately when Zoey should up, he got his answer. "Oh thanks." Now that brought up another question. Should he go help Estelle or let Trovald help her while he talked with Zoey. In the end he chose to stay down there with Zoey. "So how long have you known Estelle?" It was a simple and bland question, but he didn't have much else to say right now.

 

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Zoey shrugged her shoulders, thinking back to when she was in the hospital. "Oh, last December I believe. She met me when I went to the hospital..." She trailed off and then looked over at Shane. Well, this was quite awkward to her. Here she was with Estelle's biggest crush in the world, alone. Well, not exactly alone, but it was just the two of them.... Talking. Shouldn't he be on a move on to go see Estelle and if she needed help? And why was there Snoop Dogg music suddenly blaring in the yacht? Nevermind that though.

Clearing her throat, she began to play with her hair, pushing it up into a messy bun. "So, how long have you two known each other?" She asked while glancing at him, still doing her hair. Some black wisps were loose and feathered her light skin daintily. "You know she likes you, right? I mean, a lot. She can't stop talking about you-"

Zoey froze, realizing what she said. It was between her and Estelle, and she completely let the cat out of the bag. Panicking, she took Shane by the shoulders and made her look at her in the eye. "Um, keep this between us, yeah? Because if she finds out I told, then-"

Suddenly, the yacht launched forward as if someone got distracted at the wheel, sending Zoey off balance with a yelp. She gripped Shane's arms tightly for balance, but her head fell forward. She caught herself before they cracked noggins, but something went amiss.

Zoey felt her lips on something... Something warm, sending shivers down her spine. Her eye met with Shane's and then she realized how close she was. And that must of meant...

OH GOD, I'M KISSING HIM!

She gasped in the kiss and pushed herself away. She panted as she just sat there in shock, her face growing white like a ghost... Then slowly red until she looked like a tomato. Zoey's head felt light, and she touched it gently as she registered what she had done. "Oh no." She shook her head quickly. "No, no, no, NO! I'm so sorry Shane!" She blurted, backing away from him. But she didn't find the strength to stand and move away. She would probably melt into a puddle of Zoey-wtf-did-you-just-do goo.

"Estelle is going to kill me!" She exclaimed. She groaned and then beat her head against her hand. Her heart was racing, and did she dare say she felt sparks within her. This couldn't be happening! "Oh hell, what did I just do...." She then curled up into fetal position on the couch, hiding her face from Shane. "I'm sooo sorry dude.."

 

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She was in the middle of practically dying under the table when she heard a squeaky voice chirp out over the sound of the motor.

『 Um... B-Bentley, they kind of...it kind of... they know. They-they know we're... ... coming, that is... ah,』

Knew they were coming ...? This girl ... She was a ... A SPY. SPY!! Dakota shot up, hitting the top of her head on the table and slinking back down with a dizzy moan. Her forehead plopped down on the edge of the closest, empty seat. The word swirled around her and she sniffled, trying to make out the string of words coming from above the table.

『 Yo Dakota, doing alright down there?』

Her heartbeat quickened, her face went as white as sheet of paper and her shoulders tensed. So someone besides Erik did [ he was doing an awfully good job of leaving her alone ] know who she was? And they were actually speaking to her?! Maybe she was hallucinating ... She turned around nervously and tried to smile. Her cheeks resisted and she gave up quickly.

『 Yes ... ?』

Her voice was soft and uncertain as if she didn't know the answer, and her gaze didn't hold his very long. Her pale face remained hidden behind the scarf.

Aaaaah!

She was genuinely considering asking him to move along just to ease her from the discomfort she was feeling [ and the violent drumming in her chest ] but she couldn't decide between that or thanking him for even noticing. It was weird, she only vaguely remembered him, and she couldn't remember his name ...

Before she could act on either feeling, someone stormed inside [ she couldn't see who or what from under the table ] and a few moments later the bridge filled with the sound of ... rap music. What was even happening. Dakota gasped and covered her head, staying hunched over and hidden as best as she could as yelling commenced.

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[---Day 3 (2/5)---March 16th---Location: The Boat---Mood: Awkward ---Ooc: N/A]

He slightly regretted asking the question after he did. Sure he was actually curious but he wasn't expecting her to spill out everything like that. Though he couldn't say he didn't know where she was coming from. After the musical happened he didn't really know what everyone actually did for those three months too much either. And even though he was there to witness those four deaths and was slightly mortified by this botched police investigation, he still felt a little bit out of place. Probably because he wasn't with the summer cap group of three years ago. Even still he felt like he had to come. "Listen Sasha, I know how you're feeling. I've been second guessing myself a lot the entire length of here as well, but we're here now. And I don't really think that people look at us as 'nuisance' or something. I think as long we don't think of this as some vacation everyone is fine with us." Or at least that's what he hoped. Also what the hell was with the random snoop dog playing.

He decided though, that perhaps like a good deal of people most likely(himself included), she was just having anxiety about almost being at Bentley. He decided that it might be better for the both of them if they were talking with other people for the length of the boat ride."Hey Sasha let's go find other people we can talk with. It'll probably make the boat ride go by faster. Come on." He lead Sasha around the boat and found two people that he knew.

"Hey Shane. Hey Zo-" he cut himself off because the entire scenario just looked really...odd. Zoey was curled up into a ball slightly panicking looking. And Shane was, well he didn't know how Shane was acting. "So um, is everything alright here?"

 

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Pierce looked to Evan as he spoke after her. He didn't sound mad at all. That was good, but he also wasn't one of the people she had anticipated to be so. She was grateful to him, but she didn't thank him. Before anyone else could ask questions or freak out on her, there was a loud noise and someone -- Torvald -- dressed in a shark costume was shouting. He bump a few things on Julius's control board and the boat lurched. Maria screamed. Her face was white. Julius started shouting and the whole interior seemed to be in a sudden chaotic uproar.

Pierce used that as her perfect opportunity to flee. She took off for the bathroom and locked the door behind her person. She didn't want anyone coming in and with the bridge being occupied, she couldn't bring herself to go up there. Pierce curled up on the floor and buried her face in her knees. The soft cotton linen felt smooth against her skin. She inhaled deeply, trying to regain composure. It wasn't working.

 

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Meanwhile, Ryder sat on the floor in the corner of the room. He had his music on and his head down low. Everything was going crazy and he just sat there not giving two flying fucks about anyone or anything. They were all so fucking dramatic. Ugh. They were all so noisy. He turned the volume up. Music poured out of his ear buds and he pulled the bill of his hat down lower. He just wanted to get off this boat. It was making him feel claustrophobic. He needed some air.

Ryder rose from his spot on the ground and weaved his way through everyone and their commotion to make it to the staircase. He ascended the stairs and squinted at the brightness. The air smelled of salt water and blue sea spread out before him.

There were three others up top -- Shane, Zoey, Sasha, and Dennis. He groaned and moved to the other side of the deck. He thoughts briefly flashed back to the madness in his hotel room last night after seeing all the chaos inside. He didn't know how to react last night. The three people he shared a room with were all rather eccentric and loud. He had sat in the chair in the computer and just stared for a long time. Ryder feared they would break the entire room. Now, he thought the boat might split in two and he didn't want to be trapped inside with the others when that happened. Easy access to safety out here.

He sat on the ground, his legs dangling between out the railing. Water droplets splashed up at him. His hat started to flutter and he lifted his hand to hold it down on his head. He groaned and decided to just pull it off his head. Ryder stuffed it under his leg and blond hair flew around his face. He raked his hands through his hair and fixed the mess of hat hair that was there.

 

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Erik glanced around during the commotion and noticed Dakota cowering under a table, with Evan standing over her. Geeze, that girl. He got up from his seat and moved over to the 'detective' to crouch down. Dakota looked terrified and that God-forsaken rap music just kept blaring. He shook his head, feeling a headache coming on, and gave Evan the okay to go. "Dakota," he called to her, sliding under the table beside her. "Hey, what are you doing down here?" She was always so paranoid. Conspiracy this, conspiracy that. Well, given the situation he might have to agree, but not at this specific moment.​

"Dakota it's okay to come out from under the table." He doubted she actually would vacate her little safety bubble that was the underside of the table. He looked at her and her long dark hair for a minute. Gently, he pulled her arms away from her face and brushed her hair away smiling. "Or, I could stay under here with you, if you'd rather not leave." he told her encouragingly.​

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"Uh, she does?" As surprised as he made have been, he couldn't help but admit that Estelle liking him made since. He'd just never would've figured it out on his own. Having a girl crush on him was something that he was new too. Though it was clear from Zoey's reaction that this information was not suppose to reach his ear. ​

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Before he could even give his response to her, the sudden leaching of the yacht caught him off guard. In the one instant however Shane felt something strange. It was a mixture of an internal and external feeling. There was a few second before he realized exactly what was going on. I'M KISSING HER! Those words rang through his mind as Zoey pushed herself off of him. ​

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<< Only four will suffice for now, Professor. I want to get a better idea of what exactly is going on here. >>

He walked over to the side of the bridge and rest his shark body by one of the control panels, leaning and crossing his flippers.

<< First, can you give me a detailed recap of the strange things you did find in Bentley? I need to understand them mentally so this revolution of ours can go along smoothly. Second, I require you to inform me about as many things as you may remember about the candy shop, especially the interior. Third, I wish to know if there were any changes in your students at the time of the incident. >>

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Estelle shook her head. "Well I let you get back to your interrogation, Mr.SharkMan." She said. "Thank you for... helping me, I guess thats what you did, I feel much better now." She said. "Goodbye Mr.Captain." She waved as she headed out of the Captain's room. ​

She wasn't afraid of the boat anymore, it seemed. She felt much better, to know she had people to look out for her. Even though most of them were crazy. She laughed to herself, and went back down the stairs to the lounge area. She looked around, seeing Zoey and Shane. Zoey was curled up into a little ball, and Shane had this horrified look on his face. The awkwardness between them was so thick you could cut through it with a knife. ​

"Hello Zoey, Shane." She said cheerfully. "Is everything all right?" She asked the 2. "You don't look so good... kind of like me earlier before the Mr.Sharkman took care of me." Estelle said to Zoey, laughing for herself, and sitting beside her. "Thanks for ditching me back there by the way. I thought I was being abducted." Estelle laughed again. She looked over to Shane, who still looked very uncomfortable. "Oh Shane.. I erg... have to talk to you about something... when you got a minute." She said, looking down at the floor. "Anywho, what have you been up to? Just chatting or something?" She asked the 2. She was temped to ask if anything had happened, but she didn't want to make things worst. ​

 

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Zoey could barely speak the shame was so thick. She felt her ears and cheeks burning like they were on fire as her heart pounded heavily in her chest. Then she heard what Shane said. It was okay? THIS WAS SURELY NOT OKAY! If Estelle found out what happened or even seen it, Zoey was sure her throat was goin to be slit in her sleep, or worse!

Then another voice pipped beside her. She squeaked like a frightened mouse and sat straight up on the couch, rigid and ready to spring away. Her mind didn't even comprehend that it was Dennis, the guy he hadn't seen since the hospital. "Oh hey, long time no see! Nope! Nothinghappenedhere, nothingthatEstelleisgoingtokillmeovernopenopenope!" Her words all slurred together as her nerves were startig to get the best of her.

And if things could get any worse, it suddenly did when she heard her friend's voice. Estelle liked Shane. Zoey just kissed Shane... And Shane was Estelle's, not hers. She was marked as a friend that couldn't be trusted, even if the whole thing was an accident. She would never forgive her!

As soon as Estelle sat by her, she jumped up to a standing position and bowed over an over again to Estelle. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm going to go!" She then rushed out of the room and back up on deck. She inhaled a big breath of air as she bent over to compose herself one more. She then just stared down at the deck, going through her head of what just happened. "Man, you really screwed up this time Zoey..."

She sighed and then stood up straight, seeing no other than Ryder sitting there on the edge with his feet in the water, he was the last person she wanted to see. She inwardly groaned, torn between staying on top with Ryder or face hell down below. Choosing the first, she went to the opposite side of the deck and sat straight down, staring out to the lake. What was she going to do now?

 

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"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm going to go!" She then rushed out of the room and back up on deck.​

Estelle panicked. What happened?! Did she say something wrong. She looked over at Shane. "What happened?! Is something wrong?!" She asked him, turning to face him. She looked around at the others, maybe they saw something... she shook her head. No She was asking for herself. ​

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'I've never seen Zoey so upset before...' Estelle thought to herself. 'Could Shane have done something to her?' She wondered, still staring at him. 'He wouldn't try anything like that would he?' She asked herself. 'Estelle you're being silly, of course Shane didn't do anything to her.' She reassured herself. ​

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"Shane... what happened?" Estelle asked him. "Could it really be that bad?" She said. "What made Zoey so upset?" She asked. "If you did something to her...." Estelle muttered, clenching her fists so tight she felt her nail digging into her skin. Her eyes filled with hatred and tears so fast. "Explain yourself!" She said strongly. She thought about her best friend... she had looked so upset.... what could've been wrong?... It hurt her head so much. Poor Zoey... what could've caused such panic... everything seemed fine this morning.... ​

 

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"What happened?! Is something wrong?!"​

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Great, her timing couldn't be any worse. At first he tried to say something, but nothing came out. It was all blocked by a lump on his throat that had formed. This only made things a whole lot worse of he couldn't explain himself. Instead he shot a glance towards Dennis to try to get him to help. If anything he could vouch that he didn't harm Zoey at all. ​

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"Could it really be that bad?" ​

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He shook his head in response hopping that that alone would be enough to convince her. According to her body language however, that hope soon went out the window. Clearly she was bent on her assumption that he had done something to Zoey, which wasn't the case. He just needed to convince her of that. ​

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"Explain yourself!"​

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His position in this situation was quickly getting progressively worse. Fighting through the lump, he managed to speak. "I-I didn't do anything." Technically that was the truth in this matter. Maybe that would be enough to get through to Estelle.​

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