ME: WOOOOH!!! CHAPTER NINE!!!!! I'VE DONE IT!!! I'VE MADE IT NINE CHAPTERS!!!!!
Kitty: I'm impressed. I was sure you would give up on the story a long time ago. Hell I thought you would give up on the entire show and be all obsessed with something else and get distracted.
ME: I would NEVER do that-
Kitty: I beg to differ! Remember your two Fruits Basket stories? Both incomplete and forgotten about because you got hooked on Death Note.
ME: If you would let me finish, I was going to say: "I would NEVER do that with THIS story!!!!!" I love the show too much to forget about it!
Kitty: You said the same thing about your Fruits Basket fanfics. And look at them now.
ME: Go ahead and start the chapter. This could be a looooong argument.
Chapter 9
It's been almost a week since Phineas and Isabella began looking for Ferb. They had to pull into shore several times to get some more food and bathroom breaks. Phineas also had to buy batteries for the F-Tracker. The seventh day at sea, Phineas woke up and found Isabella ontop of him with her head tucked into his neck. Face turning redder than his own hair, Phineas slowly moved her off of him and she rolled over to her side.
He had put some of his own hair into the F-Tracker earlier so that he could see where he was and how much distance was between his dot and Ferb's. He measured the distance between the two dots and realized that he was still far off.
Sighing, Phineas turned the F-tracker off to save the remaining power in the battery and lifted the tiny anchor out of the water. He decided to wait until Isabella woke up to start the boat, so in the meantime, he grabbed a bag of poptarts he stashed in the bag.
He chewed the same bite over and over until he realzied he wasn't hungry anymore. He swallowed and put the chocolate poptart down next to him. Phineas laid back down and looked at the morning sky.
"What do you think is happening to Ferb right now?" Isabella's words still rang through his head.
He didn't want to think about it. All he hoped for was that Ferb was okay, and that maybe, by some miracle, he managed to escaped the kidnapper. Isabella stretched, yawned, and sat up just then.
"Morning, sleepy head." Phineas said and shot her a grin. Her eyes were still closed a little bit. "Morning, Phineas." She mumbled and rubbed her eyes.
Phineas held out his uneaten poptart. "You want some breakfast?" He asked and Isabella nodded. While she nibbled on the poptart, Phineas began making the preperations to start the boat again.
"Hey, Phineas?" Isabella asked, breaking the silence.
"Yeah?"
"Do you still think Ferb being kidnapped was your fault?"
Phineas stopped what he was doing. ".....Yes."
"Why do you think it's your fault?"
"........You heard what the man on the tape said."
"Don't listen to him. If you can't think of a reason why it would be your fault, then maybe it really wasn't." Isabella said. "I mean, you haven't done anything wrong. And I'm sure Ferb wouldn't want you to be blaming it all on yourself." She took another bite of her poptart and let Phineas think over what she just said.
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Ferb tried his best not to throw up again.
The stupid boat rocking made him feel nausious, and on top of that he hadn't had anything to eat in.....He had no long it's been since he was taken. He was in the bottom part of a boat, right below the top deck. There was a small door on the ceiling that lead to the deck, though it was locked.
He heard footsteps on the deck above him and they got closer. He heard a key unlock the door and Dr. D came down the ladder that extended from the door.
"Well, what do you think? Am I doing a good job at this kidnapping thing?" He asked. Ferb glared at him. Dr. D had hit him several times a day just so that he could make Ferb suffer. All because he was convinced that it was Phineas's fault he was in jail the last six years.
"Why don't you just let me go?!" Ferb yelled. Doof shook his head.
"No no. You're going to stay here until you die of either starvation or I think you're taking too long and I kill you myself." He said simply.
Ferb's face paled. "You can thank your brother for this happening to you. It's all his fa-"
"SHUT UP!!" Ferb screamed. "Phineas didn't do ANYTHING! I'm so SICK of hearing you blame him for your own stupid mistak-"
He was cut off by Doof slapping him hard across the face.
"I told you to stay quiet so Vanessa wouldn't hear you. You thank your lucky stars she got off to shop in Florida otherwise I'd have no choice but to dispose of the evidence that I lied to her." He said, looking directly at Ferb with eyes full of hate.
"If you say one more word, I'm throwing you overboard and the shark's will have their breakfast." He said and left, slamming the door shut.
Ferb bit his tongue to stop from cussing the man out loud.
The boat shifted to the left slgihtly and a wave of nausia hit him. 'Don't puke don't puke don't puke....' He thought. Something slid across the floor and bumped against his leg.
It was a small knife. (ME: How come he hadn't noticed it earlier?)
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Phineas and Isabella's boat shoot across the water, splashing them every now and then with salt water. "We're closer now, Phineas. Now we're only about 15 miles from Ferb." Isabella yelled over the noise of the motor.
Phineas sped up slightly.
"His dot isn't on water anymore. It looks like he's on land." She said.
Phineas didn't slow down. "Then we'll just have to find him on land. Is he in Florida or did they go some place else?"
"He's still in Florida, but not very far." In fact, his dot was just barely along the edge of the coast. It might not be so hard to find him now.
"All right, how far away are we from Florida?"
"We need to go south west and then we'll be about ten miles from where Ferb is." Isabella said.
"All right- wait, which way is that?"
After figuring out where south west was, Phineas turned the boat and zoomed faster. He had to hurry before Ferb was taken somewhere else.
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Ferb had cut through the rope tying his legs together, now it was time for the one around his wrists. THAT one was deffinatly going to be more of a challenge. He almost dropped the small knife several times, but he gripped it hard in his left hand and carefully moved it up and down while trying not to accidentally cut himself.
After what seemed like hours to him (when it's really been about half an hour) the rope around his wrists fell to the ground.
He stuffed the knife in his pocket just in case he would need it later and made his way to the ladder that extended to the roof. He knew that when he got up there he had to quickly check to see if Doofenshmirtz was up there.
If all was clear, he would sprint to land and try to get help. He knew they pulled into a harbor somehwere in Florida because he heard that Vanessa girl complaining about the heat.
Ferb tested to see if the door was locked back up, and it wasn't. He slowly pushed the door open just a crack.
His eyes quickly swept the deck and saw nobody. He opened it a little more and more until it was opened fully.
'Well, that was easier than I thought it would be.' Ferb thought and climbed out.
He didn't bother to close the door back up and crawled across the floor, just in case Doof was near. Ferb cautiously raised his head over the edge of the boat and saw a wooden platform from the dock directly below him.
He quickly jumped over the edge and landed on the wooden platform beneath him and began running.
And he fell down.
Ferb forgot he hasn't walked in a while, so running was deffinatly going to be challenging. He stood back up, wobbling slightly, and slowly began to walk. Once he got the hang of walking again, he started running. He thought that he was finally going to get back home, and that thought made him grin.
Until he saw Dr. D coming his direction and a wave of fear hit him.
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Phineas pulled his and Isabella's boat into the dock in Florida. Ferb's dot on the F-Tracker was much closer now then it's ever been.
"Come on, let's go!" Phineas yelled after making sure the boat was secure and he and Isabella jumped out and began running in the direction the F-Tracker said Ferb was.
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In a different dock about two miles away, Ferb saw Doofenshmirtz and immediatly ran the opposite way.
He didn't know if Doof was following him, or if he even saw him, but he didn't want to look back to check. He just kept running like there was no tomorrow.
And if Dr. D caught him, there might not be.
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Kitty: About what you said before about not giving up on this story? You lied right then.
ME: No I didn't!
Kitty: Did too! You began to lose interest when you were making chapter 12 and you already started making two completely different stories and you're leaving HB, B! in the dust! I TOLD you up there that this would happen!!!
ME: I am NOT giving up on the fic! I'm going to go finish chapter 12 AND 13 right now!! I'll show you that you're WRONG! *zooms off*
Kitty:..........I'll bet you ten bucks she doesn't even finish one. Whatever, you already know what Momo tells y'all at the end of every chapter, so stop reading what I'm blabbering about and get to it. (Remember: You flame us, and I'll hunt you down and jab you with a sharp stick.)
