Then as if some surge of renewed strength touches his legs Paul charges thru the fornt bar room's doors. A quick turn of the head to look right, then left. The boat to the mainland was his score and he suddenly knew where it was.
The screams of women cowering over their children as a mad Paul rushes for the ferry toward home. Dashing between lovers walking, past old men seated on benches watching the sea or just people, Paul raced onward.
Running along the boardwal Paul smells the scent of the seashore and this makes the urge to go home even more possible. He can see in the distance smoke rising from the two funnel stacks high above the deck of that wonderous ferry boat. Onward he runs his pace quickened by the urge to leave this place of horror and terror unbelieved by him till now.
Panting for his breaths he runs on his heart pounding just like the sound of his feet hitting the planks along the long boardwalk.
The pounding sound of his feet is seemingly making his heart beat in rythum with the sound. He finds this humorous and chuckles to himself feeling a thrill at just how fast a scared man can run.
"Oh God in Heaven, the Pleasure Island Police and Security is standing ahead, they have a large net!" thinks Paul as he approaches them his eyes seek a route of escape.
Almost to the net paul sees the Police to his left fold the net as if his shying to the right meant he was bearing that direction. His sudden instinct to turn left and head around the men looked promising.
"Yee Ha !" thought Paul to himself as he lunged right and turned quickly left and away from the ferry to home.
Now the chase was on as Police in ATV like scooters came after him. He admired his quick moves and thought himself secure in keeping well ahead of them all.
The carnival atmosphere was thinning out as with his long, long run Paul was getting past the rides, booths, and exhibits, yet he ran onward as he was being chased.
The boardwalk had changed to a brick street and in the short distance he saw this changing splitting up into five dirt paths each taking a new direction, but all a direction from the ferryboat to home.
Bearing to the far left path Paul heads down it as the Police draw up and stop at the end of the street, all setting there standing in awe as Paul run away.