A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I hope you had a good St. Patrick's Day!

Quinn stared at me, seemingly afraid as I was.

"What," he said carefully. "Was that?"

I turned around again. The girl had mysteriously disappeared.

I shook my head. "Nothing. It was nothing. Stop being such a worrywart, Quinn."

"You sure?" He asked. "Because I'm not."

"Shut up, Quinn." I snapped. "Why don't you go make a friend or something?"

"Fine," he said. "I will."

And with that, my brother stomped away.

"Finally," I muttered to myself. "Some peace and quiet." I sat down on the floor of the boat, not caring how dirty it was, or that I was in the middle of a crowd of people.

I wondered how much longer it was going to take to get there. Forty-five minutes? Half an hour? It couldn't be too long, considering the coast was coming into view.

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted with shouts of "Man overboard!" I stood up, wanting to get a better view. At the time, I didn't notice the engines being turned off.

Mom ran over, practically dragging Karina. "Eve!" She called anxiously. "Where's your brother?"

I shifted from foot to foot. "Um…." I said. "I don't exactly know."

"Evelyn!" She cried.

"Sorry, Mom." I muttered.

Mom sighed. "Okay, then. Where was he when you last saw him?"

"He went that way." I replied, pointing in the direction of where the 'man overboard' calls had come from.

"Are you sure that's where he went, Evey?"

"Positively."

"Why?" Asked Karina, wrinkling her nose.

"Because it's almost time to leave." I told her.

"Come." Mom signaled. "I'm not going to have any more kids going missing today."

…

We walked through the crowd, stopping periodically to call Quinn's name.

"This is boring." Karina whined. "You found me faster."

Mom walked on, choosing to ignore Karina's complaints.

Suddenly, the captain and crew managed to pull a young boy out of the water. He was sopping wet, and his clothes dripped on the rug of the boat. I presumed the water must have been cold, because the boy's lips and fingernails were.

They set the boy on the ground, and began to check for a breath, a heartbeat, any sign of life, really. I watched, mesmerized.

Finding a heartbeat, they picked up the boy, and set him on a stretcher. In doing so, I got a glimpse of his face.

It was Quinn. My brother Quinn had fallen off the boat.

For a moment, we all stood there staring. Karina was the first to act, running after the crew as they carried the stretcher. Mom and I followed suit.

Eventually, they stopped in a room in which must have been the infirmary. There was a bed, and boxes and boxes of medical supplies. Not to mention a doctor.

"That's my brother!" Karina announced, sticking her thumb in her mouth, which was something she did when she was nervous. "Is he going to be okay?"

"Yes." Mom lied, taking Karina's hand. "Come on. Let's go wait outside."

When I didn't follow, Mom stuck her head back in the room. "Evey. You too."

I walked out, silently thinking about the girl who had screamed earlier.

…

Forty minutes later, we reached the shore, and since Quinn hadn't woken up, the doctor on board thought it would be best if he was moved to a real hospital, so an ambulance came, taking away Quinn and my mother.

I sat on the ground with Karina (and our suitcases), waiting for our aunt. Before Mom left, she had handed me an old picture of Aunt Kate.

The picture was so old, Quinn and I hadn't even been born yet when it was taken. It showed Aunt Kate, at her wedding with Uncle Mark.

I sighed.

"Eve." said Karina. "Can you talk Irish for me?"

"Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"Because I want to be able to talk to Aunt Kate when she comes."

"Aunt Kate can speak English." I reminded her. "Besides, I don't know Gaelic."

Suddenly, a woman walked up, and tapped me on the shoulder. I screamed.