The Playmo-Town ferry is making it's daily trip to Rockport island, a mere kilometre away. Today, many passengers have boarded, including a world-famous tennis playing duo, two vacationers, and other various people. The ferry is small, and only has room for small cars, bikes, motorcycles and of course, pedestrians. No cars are on board today, though, leaving deck A open for the passengers to roam.
The captain is busy in the wheelhouse, navigating the treacherous rocks and making sure the ferry doesn't run aground in the shallow waters.
As evening approaches, fog settles low over the ocean. The lookout, positioned on the bow, scans the horizon ahead. His eyes inspect a dark form a few metres away. His eyes widen - he realizes he is staring at jagged rocks. "Rocks, dead ahead!!" he shouts.
The captain does his best to avoid the stones ahead, but the ship collides with them, knocking two curious passengers over.
The hum of the engines suddenly stops and the captain comes to investigate. "Go downstairs to the hold. Update me on the water level. Now!" the captain instructs a crew member.
The crew members reaches the hold and finds himself standing in a puddle of water. While he is still safe, he secures important baggage and returns to the deck to update the captain. The captain orders him downstairs once again and the crew member determines that it is not safe to remain their any longer. He hastily retreats to the captain and informs him that the water level is increasing steadily.
Meanwhile, passengers are beginning to panic and some prepare to jump overboard upon discovering no lifeboats onboard the ferry.
With each second, the slant on the deck becomes ever more noticeable.
Will the ship manage to stay afloat and reach safety or will she sink in the chilly waters?
To be continued...PlaymoMan
