Winnabelle and Nelson were each on a totem pole.
"We will have quicksand as water, and you must stay on the totem pole longer than the other to stay!" Chris explained.
Winnie sighed, knowing she wouldn't win. She was strong, but only in lifting.
"Good luck!" Nelson said.
Winnie sighed, "Yeah.."
A bell dinged, and the totem poles started to bounce around.
Nelson almost fell off, but he clung to the edge. He got himself back on, and stayed aware of his surroundings.
Winnie had a strong start, keeping her feet in the middle, and her arms in a T-Pose.
The totem poles started bouncing harder and harder, as the night-time wind started to come in.
"Stay focused," Winnie mumbled to herself, as she slipped to the side.
Nelson was right about to fall, when he realised the easy part, he knew the wind's speed-rate! As Nelson was able to coordinate with the wind, Winnie was struggling. She suddenly got this..burst into her. This...part of her that needed to win. That had to win. She couldn't control herself.
In a blast, Winnie grabbed one of her cowboy boots, and threw it at Nelson as fast as she could. A millisecond later, she gasped. "What did I just do?" She shouted at herself. She looked over, and Nelson was unconcious in the quicksand.
"WINNIE WILL CONTINUE IN THE GAME!" Chris exclaimed. "Now go before the Alright's sue us for attempted murder."
As Nelson was carried on a stretcher off the island, Winnie was still in shock.
*Winnie: Winnie was shocked. "Am I a...Villain?"*