Swamp Water Rapids
Izzy immediately rode the car out of her garage. If any time was a good time to use her drivers license, it was now. Being five minutes away from Disney property was definitely a benefit today. She speeded until she got to the Campground parking lot, and then took the purple bus to Pioneer Hall. At that point, she ran as fast as she possibly could to Tri-Circle-D Ranch and then to River Country. She didn't care who saw her, she just ran. It took her around thirty minutes to get there, and at that point, Izzy was just hoping that Jen didn't drown yet.
By the time Iz got to River Country, the crocodiles had vanished. She raced to the top of the old rapids, in hopes of finding Jen before she drowned. Iz quickly found the "Utilahole" and traveled down the rope. She looked down the hallways and ran rapidly through the hall until she reached the dead end. She then started to hear something from here earpiece. "Izzy! Izzy! I need someone over here soon Iz! I'm on the top step near the water, and the waters to my neck! I'm trying to swim but it's getting tiring."
"I'm in the utilahole, Jen, but the wall is giving me a dead end."
"Izzy! Why are you here?"
"I'm having a swim meet." Izzy said sarcastically. "What do you think I'm doing?"
"You could get in trouble! This is a Wilson thing. Grandpa told me this time, we fly with family or we fly solo!"
"Well it's about to become a dead Wilson thing if you don't let me help you!" Jen was silent for a second but then whined in defeat.
"Fine. I'm on the other side of the wall. I need you to get in, but the wall is to thick to break. I opened it by a problem last time, but I'm not sure how to get you in this time!"
Iz panicked and started to pace around the floor. She saw a wooden torch by some clay pots and lit it with a lighter she brought. It immediately illuminated the room.
"Is there anything here I could use Jen?" She said over the ear talkies they used back and fourth.
"Not that I know of. Just a few clay pots with colored dust." Jen sounded like she lost hope at that point, like she knew she was going to die. Iz then looked at the dusts of many colors, she felt some of them, until she hit the jackpot.
"Jen... JEN! The orange dust is old colored gunpowder!"
"How do you know that?"
"Does that even matter at this point? Jen, I'm going to light it. Hopefully that will cause an explosion great enough to get the wall down." She said while pouring the dust, smearing it around the edges. She then dunked her hands in the water, and ran the way back to the Utilahole.
"Get ready Jen!" Izzy said as she chucked the torch to the wall.
The wall immediately broke into dust. The calamitous, swamp water rapidly gushed through the area. Iz ran to the rope and shimmied up it as fast as she possibly could. As the water was directly below her.
Jen's body flowed with the current out the small wall hole. It slammed her into the other side of the cave, near the rope. She tried to swim over the current but it was to strong.
"Iz!" Jen said as her friend looked her way. Iz went down the rope as far as it would let her, that led her back int othe water as the current was going near Jen, they were almost three feet apart. She then had an idea.
"Give me the other end of your sword! We'll use it like a rope!" Jen did as she was told as Iz pulled the sword closer and closer to her and the rope. They then grabbed hands and Jen got to the rope. They then both went up the rope, and never looked back.
"I told you that sword was a good idea." Jen said going out of River country.
"I told you that I should have been back you up." Izzy said crossing her arms walking back to Fort Wilderness.
"If you came you would have been trapped with me!"
"No way! I would have busted down that door with that powder in the first place!"
"How'd you know?"
"Know what?"
"About the gunpowder.."
"My foster dad got a bunch of old guns at the Pawn shop." She said looking down, trying not to stumble on anything. "I know how to shoot a bunch of 18th Century Guns, it had almost the same powder texture."
"That's amazing! I promise to get you an old school gun then when I come back from Disneyana!" Izzy then started to look away, sort of irritated. "Whats wrong?" Jen asked confused.
"Come on, Jen. After that you want to keep doing this by yourself? You can't!" Jen was silent for a while, looked away and said.
"My grandpa's not here anymore, I have to find the stuff myself, it's my job now."
"Just because you search for it, doesn't mean you search alone. The next time you search for a clue or whatever, I'm going in on it."
"Actually, it isn't even in Florida. So I don't know if you can go."
"You need some sort of help. No excuses. Promise?"
"It won't be easy but I'll try to convince a good family friend. I promise."
"So... Where is it?"
"It's in California. The Journal is in Anaheim. Disneyland, to be exact."