Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Five ◌

The group sat waiting patiently at the table. Mikey had been in the kitchen for a long time. Was he coming back? Was he okay? Did he find a stash of pancakes and was chowing down without them? Suddenly, he stumbled out of the room and ran back to the table out of breath.

"They're uh... busy right now! Let's just get into our swim suits and find the pool on our own." He said in between gasps.

Moments later, Tyler came out of the kitchen holding a giant knife. "Did you guys see a rat run out of here? We think there was a rat in the kitchen! It made a weird, choking noise."

"Well whatever it was, it's probably gone." Mikey said nervously, shifting from foot to foot.

"Tyler!" Josh called from the kitchen. "Are we gonna finish?"

Tyler turned red and yelled out, "Uh, um, yeah, uh... let's uh... finish washing those dishes... Heh. Yeah."

"No, not the dishes I meant-" Josh started to say.

"YEAH I CAUGHT ON JOSH. AND SO HAS LIKE, EVERYONE ELSE OUT HERE." Tyler yelled, furious and mortified.

"We have no idea what you're talking about." Gerard said.

"Yeah, I actually thought you meant dishes." Brendon said, being truthful.

Nobody understood what they meant.

Well.

Except Mikey.

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On the main deck, after the slight incident with Tyler and Josh
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"Maybe there's another pool?" Dallon said, confused.

Everyone stood around a tiny kiddie pool, no less than a foot deep and a few feet wide.

"I don't think there is, Dallon." Ray said frowning.

"Oh hey, is that the bar they were talking about?" Brendon asked, pointing to a metal pull up bar attached to the wall next to the door.

Brendon loved bars. More specifically, alcohol. Well, not as much as milk but it was a close second. Ryan was always worried Brendon would get over the top drunk and embarrass himself and Ryan. There were already two times this year when he had to drag Brendon out of a bar by his ankles. It was mortifying. They had also gotten kicked out of bars numerous times over the years due to Brendon's poor conduct and lack of self control.

"And is that the spa?" Gerard asked, pointing to a tiny table with a bowl of water and a towel on it.

Everyone sighed simultaneously. Oh well... that's what you get when you buy a ten dollar cruise ticket. Though it lacked the features a usual cruise had, the main deck was very nice. Half a dozen reclining chairs sat facing the ocean in the warm sun. A big stereo was in the back ready for partying. A shuffleboard set was waiting to be played with. Plus the kiddie pool, the pull up bar, and the spa.

The group climbed in the kiddie pool. Surprisingly, all nine fit. Even if Pete and Patrick were there they probably still would have fit.

Eventually some people got out and moved around. Gerard went to the spa to wash his hair, Brendon went to the bar and pretended there was beer, and a bunch left for the game room downstairs. Joe didn't have his arm floaties so he had to leave the pool quickly. He started a game of shuffleboard with Dallon. The rest laid on the chairs, tanning by the crystal water.

Suddenly, there were lots of loud splashing sounds coming from the pool. Frank was the only one in the pool so everyone assumed he started a splashing war with himself. It took three minutes until people began to hear muffled screams coming from the pool. Gerard stood up fast, his nails still wet from the black nail polish he worked hard on at the wimpy spa. He ran over to Frank who struggled to keep his head above water.