They got back to the port in time, finding a crowd of guests and crew members in a high state of anxiety. Zack was standing on a big rock, trying to raise their attention and calm them down. In the distance, there was the ship, with a tenderboat by its side. Yazoo rose on the bike, leaning on Cloud's shoulders to get a better view above the heads of the crowd. The tender was rocking between the waves, the power of sea toying with it in a frightening way. He was quite sure there were guests in that tender and he didn't want to be in their shoes now.
„You guys seem to be in trouble now. In deep shit, to be precise." Cloud stated wisely while killing the engine. Yazoo didn't answer, he was completely mesmerized by the sight of the small boat fighting with the billows in vain, no chance for the sailors to stabilize it.
„We are fucked." He summarized his opinion, rather plain, but since all the guest shared it, nobody minded his manners. Meanwhile, Zack was having a vivid phone conversation with someone, still standing on the rock like a statue of a modern mermaid.
„Truely, you are." Cloud nodded, trying to hide his smug chuckle with a cough. Not surprisingly, he failed, and felt sharp nails on his nape in the next second, making him hiss. All of them watched the tender slowly fighting its way back to the port, disembarking pale-faced guests on shaky legs, but more frightening was the sight of their ship. In front of their incredulous eyes the MS Seahorse Melody sailed away, and left a bunch of buffled guests and crew members standing in the port. But before desparation could have taken them over, Zack managed to explain them that in the last hour the sea got too rough for them to return via tenders, and under these circumstances the ship had to leave. They wouldn't be left behind, some tourist buses were already on their way to pick them up from the port. They will be transferred to the next harbour, Port Bonair, where the ship can dock properly instead of anchoring. At the end of the day they all will be back onboard safely, in addition, they can participate now in this gratis sightseeing bus excursion. By the end of his speech, Zack clearly lost his voice, making Yazoo smirk, still not willing to get off the bike. Cloud looked back at him above his shoulder, raising an eyebrow.
„Port Bonair?"
The smirk of the silver boy turned somewhat predatory.
„Give me a ride."
Cloud started the engine, making the huge bike rumbling out a thunder. Hearing the noise the guests and crew members around them started to move quickly to the side, clearing the area for the vehicle. Seeing the space opened for them, Cloud pulled the gas handle without releasing the clutch. He felt Yazoo's fingers holding on his shoulders for his dear life, stabilizing himself, and wasn't surprised when he noticed that although the silver hitchhiker understood what he was up to, he didn't bother to sit down. He just stayed almost standing behind Cloud, his feet on the stands.
„Pump it up, tiger!" Yazoo's voice made Cloud smirk. With a smoking back wheel, keeping one feet on the pavement, he drew a black half-circle on the ground, moving the iron horse around. The bike had to be tilted to do so, but Yazoo didn't fall off, had a firm grip on his shoulders. He dropped himself back to the seat with a short laughter only when the motorcycle stopped, facing the exit of the port. Producing a dense cloud of smog, the blond one drove them out of the crowded port.
Above the heads of the clasping, amused guests, Zack shaked his head with a jealous smile.
„Attention whores showing off." He mumbled, and then with a resignated sigh, he answered the next incoming call.
TBC.