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Chapter Seven

Emmie clapped her hands giddily, "We finished!"

"Not quite yet," Trevor muttered as he started to attach rope to a large blanket.

"Well," she placed her hands on her hips. "Almost."

Hannah stood on the raft waiting for Trevor's go. He nodded his head and they both began to attach the ropes to the poles sticking out from the bottom. A large gust of wind shot up and the blanket went flying in the air. They all shouted in happiness, but the raft started tugging towards the water.

"Get on the raft!" ordered Trevor as he hopped on.

Sean and Emmie climbed aboard and not a minute latter they were set off for the geysers. The water splashed around them in a harmonious way, almost like a dance.

"Ughhh..."

Shaking her head, Hannah patted her daughters back softly, "Don't worry. It will all be over soon."

There was a small chirrping and Sean looked up to see one of those lightening birds, as he liked to call them. It looked familar almost as if it had been fallowing them. His thoughts were broken as Emmie gagged loudly.

"I'm going to puke..."

"I didn't think you would get seasick," Trevor commented as he stared off in the distance. He swore he could see some flashes of lightening in that direction. "I mean, after all we've been through you are getting seasick."

Emmie responded by letting her vomit fall into the water below as she leaned over the side of the raft.

A part of Sean felt bad for her, but the other part felt like it was karma from her being mean to him earlier. After they had returned to the tree house he realized she was just trying to rile him up. She thought it was funny to see him squirm.

The better side of him won and he crawled over beside Emmie and Hannah. He reached for the young girls back and started rubbing circles on it soothingly. Hannah nodded appreciatively and returned to Trevor's side to make sure the boat stayed in stable condition.

When she was finished vomiting she let her head rest on the floor of the raft. Sean crossed his legs and pulled her up so that her head rested on this thighs. It seemed like it would be more comfortable than the rough ground.

"Trevor..." Hannah whispered in that worried tone of hers.

Sean turned around to see her pointing in the distance. His brown eyes widened at the sight of the stormy clouds and lightening.

"I know," Trevor muttered. He picked up his thermostat and shook his head. "We can't slow down to let it pass. It's already one-hundred and nine degrees."

"Crap..." she looked towards her daughter lying in Sean's arms. "Then we better prepare ourselves for a storm."

"... storm?" Emmie sat up a bit and cried out when she saw the purple lightening. "I'm going to die! In water! I hate water..."

He wanted to laugh, but held it back as she flopped back onto his thighs defeated, "It's going to be okay."

She shook her head 'no.' He casually brought a hand through her hair to massage her scalp. His mother used to do that to him when he was sick or upset when he was younger and it always made him feel better. Emmie was both sick and upset; so he was sure it was the perfect cure.

"Hey Sean," Emmie peeked a signal gray eye up at him.

"Yep?"

"Can you promise me something?" He raised his eyebrows as he continued to stare at her. "When we get out of here... I want the shower first."

He laughed, "Fine, you can have the shower first."

The current began to pick up and Hannah scowled at Trevor. He was such a stubborn man sometimes. They were headed in the right direction. If they wanted to get their alive they should have lowered the blanket.

Trevor saw the look she was giving him and was half-tempted to roll his eyes, "It's just a little storm."

"Little?" Hannah moved her eyes toward the big flashes of light that they were nearing. "That looks like a huge storm to me."

"Hey you guys," Sean leaned over the side of the raft. The girl had sat up and was now scooting away from the edge of the boat when she saw something swimming around the water. She hated fish and large bodies of water. If she weren't catching one to eat in desperate measures there was no way she was going near them. "I think I see something in the water."

"It's probably just some plankton," waved off Trevor. His eyes were focused on the approaching storm. Fish were not the most important thing on his mind at the moment.

Emmie narrowed her eyes as something splashed in the water a few feet away, "I don't think it's plankton Trevor..."

"It looks a little big."

Sean was tugged on his butt by Emmie. She shook her head as he had been leaning his entire upper body over the dangerous waves below.

"Sean, we aren't at SeaWorld so why don't you back off a bit?" Trevor looked toward his nephew as he tried to re-lean over the side of the raft. Emmie yanked him back once more and gave him a disapproving glare.

"I think it's a fish."

"Sean, seriously if you lean over the side one more time I'm going to punch you in the face!" shouted Emmie as she hauled him by his dirty t-shirt once more.

At that moment a large fish shot out of the water. Emmie screamed louder than she had when falling down that volcanic tunnel. It flopped over the side of the raft after wobbling on the middle of the rolled up grass for a second.

"Oh my God!" Emmie scrambled onto her feet shakily. She started to spin in circles to check out her surrounds. "That was a freaking piranha!"

Sean looked frightened as more fish popped out of the depths of the sea, "They are everywhere!"

"Catch!" Trevor tossed a wooden stick towards Sean and he caught it swiftly. He was about to throw one for Emmie, but she looked so terrified that he actually handed one to her than Hannah. "Alright, batter up guys!"

One flew out of the water and Sean smacked it hard in the middle, "Gotchya!"

"I'm going to die!" the young girl cried as she jumped away from a fish that came toward her. She squealed as she swatted at it.

There was a distant jingle and Hannah looked around, "What's that noise? Do you hear that?"

"My phone!" Sean dug through his pocket and held up the device proudly. "I have service!"

"Tell them I'm dying!"

He ignored Emmie's pleas as he answered the cellular device, "Mom! Ugh... Uncle Trevor and I are fishing..."

There was another scream from Emmie, "Die! Die! Stop attacking me please! I wont eat anymore of you I promise!"

"Oh! He's really excited..."

Trevor looked at Hannah to see one of the sharp toothed fish lurching for her rear end. He grabbed it by it's fin and held it up, "Oh no you don't, pervert!"

"He just caught a big one," Sean held the phone away from his face. "Mom I really have to go I'll call you back la-"

As a fish leaped towards his face he moved as far as he could away, but it swiped his phone right out of his hand. He turned around and screamed as it disappeared into the ocean once more.

"Sean!"

He turned to Emmie who was pointing behind him. Rotating on his heel he saw a gigantic wave forming in the water. He moved out of the way in time just as a serpent type fish lifted his head to swallow one of the sharped tooth fish. She screamed and back away as far as possible from the fish as it knocked into the raft roughly.

Luckily for them the fish were now too distracted eating one another to care for the humans floating on the raft.

Trevor screamed as he grabbed for the rope holding up the blanket that was flapping high in the sky, "Take us that way! Hurry!"

Sean leapt over to the tiller and started to rotate it in the direction his uncle pointed. Emmie stood back as she watched her mother and Trevor release the line as slowly as possible for them to gain even more speed.

They started to clear away from the fish. It looked like everything was going great, until Hannah lost her grip on the line and it knocked her back. The rope had burned through the flesh of her skin and she cried out in pain as the blood stained her hands quickly.

When he heard her scream Trevor let his own line go. This caught Emmie's attention as the rope started to slip so far out they would lose it. She darted forward and grabbed onto the right side. Thankfully, Trevor too ran towards the rope and gripped the left side. However, the wind was too stronger and before they knew what was happening they were both being swept off their feet into the sky.

Crying out in fear she turned to see her mother screaming hers and Sean's names at the top of her lungs. Trevor had tried to reach out to grab them back, but all he was able to catch was air.

"Don't let go!" Trevor screamed. He fell to his knees in defeat as they became a mere spec in the sky.

"Hold on tight Emmie," Sean ordered as they still kept on soaring. "Just hold on. Don't let go."

"Trust me, I don't plan on it!"