Ms. Tutweiller and Mr. Moseby met on the skydeck.

"No sign of Cody or Bailey,." Emma said, "and I checked the math lab, the biology lab, AND the chemistry lab."

"No sign of Zack or Woody either. I checked the pizza parlor, the ice cream parlor, and the donut parlor." He paused and said, "you know, I think we overuse the word 'parlor'."

"Nevermind that!" Miss Tutweiller said in a stay-focused-mr.-Moseby sort of voice, "what about London?"

"Well, she wasn't in the beauty parlor - Aha! See what I mean?"

he walked past Emma and strode anxiously around.

"Oh, I hope they're okay." Tutweiller said apprehensively. At that moment, Moseby's phone began to ring.

he waved his hands confidently.

"I'm sure they're fine," he said, "I mean, it's not like they just could have gotten off the boat, mmm?"

He took out his phone and answered it:

"Hello? uh-ha? uh-huh? Yes. Yes. Okay."

Tutweiller fiddled with her hands anxiously as Moseby hung up.

"THEY GOT OFF THE BOAT!" he yelled. Several people sitting nearby jumped.

"What?" Emma said as Moseby began to pace, "But HOW?"

"That was Kirby!" he said, "he said one of the life boats is missing. They must have set themselves adrift!"

"This is awful!" Emma said, "I've lost my two best students and my three worst students! Do you know what this is gonna do to my grading curve? PLFFF! Flat line!" she put her hands on her hips agitatedly.

"All the times I said I wanted them to disappear I really didn't mean it!" Moseby said sorrowfully, looking up at the sky, "and by the way, if you grant wishes, why couldn't you help a brother out with the height issue?"

Tutweiller raised her eyebrows and concurred, muttering "that's a good one." She became silent when Moseby turned around. He frowned, then turned away.

"What are we going to do?" Tutweiller said impatiently.

"We'll have to alert Mr. Tipton first, of course." Moseby declared, "as soon as he finds out, he'll doubtless send a rescue team by helicopter."

"It's been an hour!" Tutweiller said, "and the wind's picking up! They could be anywhere by now."

"We'll have to tell Mr. Tipton before we dock in Indonesia." Moseby stated, "I'm not looking forward to making the call, though. I have a feeling he won't be too happy about me losing his daughter on the start of the school year!"

"Well, you're wasting time!" Tutweiller said, "Marion, we better send a rescue team out there before the wind picks up!"

"Emma, we've got to think this through, I mean - the captain said in a few hours the storm will start. If we send helicopters out there, they'll surely be Pummeled and Puffered by those Precarious Perflations!"

Tutweiller delicately wiped the piece of spittle out of her eye.

Fifteen hours later:

Cody woke up when a blast of cold water washed over him. Coughing, he rubbed his eyes and turned over as another blast of water rushed over him. He sat up to get away from the waves.

Waves...?

It took a while for Cody to realize where he was. He swore and jumped up, his feet sending sand flying in all directions. He stumbled backwards, tripped, and fell back onto the beach. His legs were weak, and his entire body was shaking. His fingers felt soft and wrinkly, and his stomach felt bloated, as if he had swallowed too much water. He leaned over and threw up in the sand.

He finished, and, clutching his stomach, crawled to the edge of the water and washed his mouth. He doused water over his face to rid it of sand. He then got up and tried to get an idea as to where he was.

He was on a sandy beach surrounded by warm tropical waters. A gentle breeze ruffled his hair as the waves crashed back and forth on the shoreline. His eyes scanned the distance. He could see no land masses anywhere on the horizon. Not even the smallest rock outcropping. It was all ocean from here on. Of course it was slightly difficult to see with his blurry vision. He turned his head the other way and examined the greenery behind him. It was mostly made up of palms and other tropical plants. He couldn't see very far, but far away, what looked like a dormant volcano peeked above the treeline.

What was this place?

He then remembered how weak he was. He fell on his butt on the sand. Even though he was no longer nautious, he still felt waterlogged.

He whipped around. He thought he heard someone's voice. Seeing no one, he assumed it was just his imagination.

But where was everybody?

"Hey!" said that feeble, far-off voice again.

Cody whipped around and saw a body lying on the seashore about twenty yards away. Cody slowly got up, stabling his wobbly knees, and made his way towards the person as quickly as he could.