Boats [1/2]

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[ Wry's POV ]

I sigh gently, as I watch my crew members argue.

"I want Betski!"
"My speedboat is obviously better!"
"No!"

Chris jogs over to my side, wrapping one arm around my waist.

"Can you believe we're the 'parents'?", he mumbles under his breath.

"I don't mind...", I shrug before leaving his grasp and walking toward the arguing members.

I could hear Chris click his tongue in frustration, probably from wanting to hold me. I dunno.

"Guys... The mini-game will start soon... We'll take Betski, then next round we'll take the speedboat.", I speak gently, my hand moving in gentle gestures.

"Yay!", Ash cheers while John grumbles under his breath.

"The round will start in under 10 minutes! Get to your boats!", a voice rings throughout the island.

"Well... That's our call.", I huff, starting jog to our docked jetski.

There was a banana attached to the back, so more people could ride along with us.

I sit in the driver's seat, waiting for everyone to get on.

Once our group was settled, I drive off into the ocean, stopping at a certain area.

"Let's hope I can juke the shark, huh?", I murmur, aiming the statement at Ash- who was behind me.

"It missed you by one inch, of course, you can do it again.!", Ash pats my shoulder.

An alarm blares, a voice slowly speaking.

"The shark has been released. This round ends in 15 minutes. Good luck!"

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