A young German girl has appeared on the deck of the ship. Now, this is a rather normal occurance, and she may very well have gone unnoticed, if not for one little detail.

She's yelling about it. Loudly.

"... This is NOT the church. This is-- where's the rest of the youth group? Brigitta? Hans? Mother? ANYONE? WHERE AM I?"

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In enters a confident, though incredibly disoriented young girl, pale with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, eyes darting all over the place almost fearfully.

"Dear God, where am I?"

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*He's sixteen years old, unmistakably good-looking (and oh, note how flattering the khakis are) although the current expression of utter confusion may not be his most attractive. It was all of ten minutes ago he was in his bedroom working on Latin, and now he's on a boat when he's never been on a boat in his life.*

. . . Wha-?

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