>>5697599Your nausea bested for the time being, you dare to resume your original investigation: the shrieking girl! What’s happening!?
Your answer comes from further down the deck. Two girls, one in a blue track jacket and denim shorts, chases around another glasses-clad girl in black yoga pants and a pink sweater you could probably see from low orbit. Giggling like Kindergarteners, their chase continues through the maze of deck chairs and tables with little regard for the other passengers.
Not that there <span class="mu-i">are</span> many passengers, that is.
Watching the chase with mild interest, your ears catch the sound of something else over the sound of the ship’s engine, the crashing waves, and the nippy sea air:
Skateboard wheels. A clack. A muffled swear.
Your ears tell you the sounds are coming from behind you towards the back of the boat. The <span class="mu-s">STERN</span>, if you remember correctly… you’re not much of a sailor. As you move to get a better look, you feel something catch your foot that sends you tumbling to the deck in a heap!
Your vision flashes as you peel your face out of the puddle of seawater you landed in. Shaking yourself dry, you look back where your foot landed to find the culprit: a <span class="mu-s">THICK BLACK BOOK</span> with the words ‘<span class="mu-s">GREENRIDGE HIGH YEARBOOK</span>’ in bold white lettering on the front.
You raise an eyebrow. Weird for someone to just leave one of those lying around…
Rising to your shaky legs once more, you hazard another glance towards the boat’s destination and frown. <span class="mu-s">THE ISLAND</span> is still a pinprick on the horizon, meaning you’re gonna be waiting a little bit longer before you hit land again…
The question is, how should you spend your time? <span class="mu-s">CHOOSE ONE FOR NOW!</span>
>GO SEE WHAT THOSE GIRLS ARE UP TO!>CHECK OUT THE YEARBOOK!>INVESTIGATE THE SKATE NOISES!>HOLD ON… WHY WAS THERE A FLASH WHEN YOU FELL?>TAKE A WALK AROUND THE DECK!>CHECK YOUR PHONE!>WRITE-IN! 