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Kassandra was still shaking in fear, and to make matters worse one of the male trainers on the boat stood up and gripped her shoulder tightly. This was the last thing she wanted. Why was he doing this to her!
Panic began to set in, Kassandra gulped and began to explain; "I don't know what happened! I just over heard the sailor talking to someone." With a powerful thrust Kassandra pushed herself away from the boys grip and was throttled backwards slamming herself into the door of the sailor's cabin. She noticed he began to ramble about her looking terrible, but as the anxiety built up more and more, she barely could focus on the issue at hand, let alone his insults.
"Nobodies steering the boat..." she mumbled under her breath. Her mind, being as overworked as it is, took a few moments to comprehend what she had just said, but the very instant she finished processing it she yelled out "No one is driving the boat!"
She spun around and began to examine the door at her back. it was made of metal and had two separate locks on it and a small tinted window in the upper most part of it.
She turned back around to face the rest of the trainers, and spoke softly between each paniced gasp. "Theres no way we're getting through that door..."
"Okay, where are they and what happened when you asked that? Second, if this is true, I don't really want to die and I'm pretty sure you guys don't want to either, so do yourselves a faouvour and get your Pokemon out to help you." He turned back to the girl. "Are you okay? You look terrible." He winced as he realised he said the wrong thing. "Mentally, as in, what you just heard... I should've shut up a while ago, shoudn't've I?".
Panic began to set in, Kassandra gulped and began to explain; "I don't know what happened! I just over heard the sailor talking to someone." With a powerful thrust Kassandra pushed herself away from the boys grip and was throttled backwards slamming herself into the door of the sailor's cabin. She noticed he began to ramble about her looking terrible, but as the anxiety built up more and more, she barely could focus on the issue at hand, let alone his insults.
"Nobodies steering the boat..." she mumbled under her breath. Her mind, being as overworked as it is, took a few moments to comprehend what she had just said, but the very instant she finished processing it she yelled out "No one is driving the boat!"
She spun around and began to examine the door at her back. it was made of metal and had two separate locks on it and a small tinted window in the upper most part of it.
She turned back around to face the rest of the trainers, and spoke softly between each paniced gasp. "Theres no way we're getting through that door..."