⍟ Strings {A Camp Cretaceous x Male Reader Story - Ben}

𝟸. 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚛

The campers had raided some stores on Main Street a couple weeks back, mostly just for the fun of it, and ended up with bathing suits. Why they kept them is the real mystery.

However, his seemed like the perfect time for that.

So, once they had all changed into their swimwear, the group made their way down towards the rocks so they could get closer to the yacht that had been drifting towards shore.

Brooklyn and Darius lead the pack.

"Be careful," Darius whispers, "Tiff could still be on there."

Y/N finds thing highly unlikely, but it is probably better to be safe than sorry.

Everyone creeps onto the boat, careful not to make any noise.

They inspect the ship thoroughly but find absolutely nothing.

"No sign of anyone..." Ben mutters, leaning over the rail.

"Or anything." Brooklyn huffs.

"Looks like Mitch and Tiff had some visitors." Y/N scoffs in amusement, motioning towards the deep claw marks engraved into the wood flooring.

Brooklyn takes a deep inhale, letting it out in a groan, "How fun."

Ben moves to check in with Sammy and Darius at the control panel, Y/N and Brooklyn follow behind.

They catch the end of a conversation about the boat having no gas.

"So, we've got a boat... we just can't use the boat." Ben points out from the doorway, Y/N and Brooklyn peering over his shoulder.

"Okay," Darius walks out of the control room, the others moving out of his way, "the northwest dock is just around that bend."

He points out at the water.

"If we can somehow make it there, maybe we can find more gas."

Darius climbs down the ladder to the first floor of the yacht; Brooklyn and Y/N close behind.

"And whatever else we need to get us off the island." He smiles optimistically.

Just as Darius finishes, the door to the cabin starts shaking violently, the handle jiggling.

The three campers take a frightened step back.

"Boo!"

The door flies open and out of reflex Y/N punches forward, instantly regretting it in fear of what he could've hit.

"Owwww..." Kenji stumbles back, holding his nose.

It's quiet for a moment, Y/N a little nervous that he actually hurt Kenji but once everyone realizes the lack of blood, Darius, Brooklyn, and Y/N can't help but laugh.

"That's what you get!" Brooklyn giggles.

Darius doubles over in laughter, holding onto the side of the couch.

Y/N clasps a hand over his mouth, trying not to be too mean.

Suddenly, Ben lowers himself down the ladder.

"What's so funn--" Ben spots Kenji's bratty pout and smirks.

"Hey, I'm heading back to shore." Ben shrugs, "Bumpy and I will meet you guys back at the dock."

He wanders off with no objections.

"Guess the only question is," Yasmina hops off the ladder, "Who's driving the boat?"

Kenji's pout immediately flips into a proud grin, "You mean whose dad has a yacht club membership?"

"And just found this killer hat?" He flips a captain's hat onto his head.