The ferry arrives and with the steam whistle screaming, both of you exit along with everyone else. Plodding down the gang plank it is shaking badly from all the eager girls wishing to be just as bold, like the boys.
A snap and cracking sound comes as the gang plank breaks in two, dropping dozens into the frigid water.
You cling to a guide rope but can only watch helplessly, as you friend falls feet first.
A splashing sound echos the squeals and screams of those falling. Is seconds your ability to discern your friend down below comes to an end. Men, security guards grab you, hoisting you up and setting your feet on shore.
Those that ended up in the water met a briny fate, one of the guards pours a 55 galon drum, it was filled with Aquadic post reformation serum consentrate. Looking back in wonder and worry you note the drum laid over onto its side. The words, "Dolphin Serum," makes a mental note but does not register until much later.
You and twenty others are of the lucky few, those that the guards helped, and were guided onto the magical isle.
Shaking from the fright, nervous, and some needing to find a rest room, they are seperated from your group. They are linked together by a spring like rope, then led away.
Six others including yourself, find themselves hustled off to the Flycatcher Stable.