Rosti Quill presents

Written by K.C. Willand

We inched our way into the cold as we swam closer details of the brown and gold yacht

that came into view. It was rather large, longer than a bus with two levels above the deck.

The rest was hard to see from the water. It had a white flag with a red diamond on the top,

and another one that looked like an American flag. It was really quiet, and I couldn't see anyone on board.

Okay, where can we get on? I had her on the back. Isn't that port? I have no idea. I don't know a thing about boats.

Me neither. I thought you told me that was a captain. I'm a plane, not a boat. There's a big difference.

Shall we call out?

Hello there. Anyone up there?

Maybe they can hear us.

We're coming on to the ship.

You think you could climb up over the ridge and lower that ladder from here?

What? Did you?

Yeah, I heard it that time. There's something in the water.

Oh my gosh, this is a shard. I don't know. It could be anything. I can't see if you're feeding this water.

There. Something's over there. We need to get on the boat.

It's too high. I need a boost.

There. It's got something over there now.

Michael, I need your help. Push.

That's it. Oh, I can...

Just a little further.

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