After the Oompa Loompas finished their song, Wonka cleared his throat to gain our attention. He then started speaking in french.
"Mesdames et messieurs, maintenant nous allons faire grand petit voyage par bateau." Everyone was taken by surprise by Willy's sudden change in dialect.
"What's he talking about?" Mr. Salt demanded.
"It's french." I chimed in. I had studied french a few years ago in school, but it wasn't very extensive. That coupled with the fact that I haven't practiced in years means that I had as much of a clue as the rest of the group does when it comes to what he's saying. All I could be sure about is that he definitely said something about a boat. Or possibly a duck. . . Wonka continued.
"Voulez-vous entrer le Wonkatania?" Behind him, a beautiful paddle boat entered our line of sight. It was being operated by a few Oompa Loompas. Most of the group was in awe at the boat. And one by one our small group entered the boat. As I Was about to board the boat, my foot slipped as the boat slightly floated away and I was falling head first into the boat. I felt arms quickly wrap around my waist and I felt the vibration of a small chuckle against my back. The arms shifted me back into a standing position as I heard "Careful, Mon Cheri." Whispered by my left ear. I couldn't stop the blush formed on my face as I realized that Willy Wonka was holding me, quite tightly I might add, to his chest and was gently breathing in my ear. I was thankful that he was behind me so he couldn't see how red I had gotten. Although, I had the feeling that he knew I was blushing anyways. He released me and grabbed my hand to help me into the boat. I ended up sitting closest to the edge to make sure Charlie wouldn't fall in. I had to sit as close to the edge as possible to make room for Charlie in between me and Grandpa Joe. Willy obviously hadn't expected an extra guest, because there were only eight seats on the boat. I was slightly thrown off by this as I noticed that if Augustus hadn't fallen in the river, there wouldn't have been any room for him and his mother anyway. I pushed the thought from my mind as I noticed that Wonka had taken a seat on the side of the boat directly in front of me. I looked behind him and noticed that we were approaching a dark tunnel. The other passengers were starting to get uneasy as they realized this as well.
"Hang on, where are we going?" Mr Salt asked.
"I don't know, but I don't like the looks of that tunnel up there. Hey, Wonka, I want off!" Violet's father said, adding to the general uneasiness. I couldn't help but be surprised by how the parents seemed more frightened then the children did.
"'Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!" Wonka said in response, not helping at all to ease the men's fear. As we entered the tunnel, the boat started to gain speed. We could all feel the wind whipping against our faces. Wonka started to yell out 'Faster!' and the boat sped up even more in response. At this point, disturbing images were on the walls and I started to feel a little uneasy myself.
"This is kind of strange. . ." I heard Charlie say next to me.
"Yeah, strange, Charlie, but it's fun! Ha ha!" Grandpa Joe responded. At that moment, I felt the boat pitch forward a bit, and because of my precarious sitting position, I was lodged from my seat and I was suddenly toppling overboard. I tried to get a grip on anything I could, but I was going too fast as I slammed against a wall and fell into the chocolate river. The boat didn't stop. Hitting the wall had knocked the wind out of me as I started to flail my limbs in an attempt to swim. The chocolate was much thicker than water, making it harder to move as I sunk below the surface. I started to panic as I inhaled chocolate, I faintly heard a splash in the distance as my vision started to go dark. . .