The bus ride to The Ocean World was a lot longer than Trevor expected it to be. Instead of being adjacent to the docks, the district was on the opposite side of the island. It was a good forty-five minutes before the bus even reached the extensive bridge that crisscrossed a number of keys jutting out from the southern shore. Thankfully, the view made up for it.
Trevor was awestruck by everything he saw out his window. Sure, the half of the island he’d seen in passing up to this point was pretty nice, but the calm, crystal blue waters stretching out to the horizon resonated in his soul. Just seeing it reminded him why he’d chosen to come to this district and vacation as a marine animal in the first place: he loved the water.
Letting out an anxious sigh, Trevor slid back into his cushioned seat and did his best to ignore the butterflies racing around in his stomach. After having secretive thoughts about it for so long, he was finally about see what it was like to be an aquatic animal. Of course, as much as he was looking forward to it, he hadn’t dared to tell any of his friends where he was going. As far as they were concerned, he was taking another week-long trip to surf and chill out on the beach.
Trevor laughed under his breath and glanced back out at the water. He still wasn’t sure if he’d be able to tell his friends about this after he got back.
A jolt rattled over the bus as it crossed onto another section of the bridge. Glancing out ahead, Trevor could tell the bridge was starting to curve to the left. A small island littered with palm trees, pure white sand, and an assortment of buildings (both on land and lining the shore) started to come into view. He guessed it was about another mile out.
They were almost there.