You and Becky take comfortable seats on the Ferry, not wanting to stand out on the deck, where most of the crowd is. It's you and probably around forty other girls on the ferry, ranging in age from 16 to 25.
Watching the view from the window, everything seems to be normal, until you first realize that it's getting dark, and that the boat is actually PASSING Pleasure Island by.
"Becky, look!" you say, pointing out the island's pleasant glow and the top of the Ferris wheel from the center of the park. "Where the hell are they taking us?"
Becky grabs an attendant by the arm as they pass by, "Excuse me, but didn't we pass Pleasure Island?" she asks him.
"Absolutely, ma'am," he says pleasantly. "We should be arriving any moment."
"Arriving where, exactly?" you ask him, rather annoyed. "This ferry was supposed to be going to Pleasure Island."
"No, ma'am," he replies to you, still quite pleasantly, "This boat goes to Port Moonrise, Monster Island."
"Shit...fine, then, we'll just ride this back to town," you tell Becky.
"Uhh, no you WON'T," the attendant says, sounding rather annoyed. "This is a one way trip. We pick people back up at 8 AM at the dock."
"What?" Becky asks, "What the HELL are you talking about?"
The attendant leans down, getting right into your faces, all semblance of courtesy and kindness gone, "You fucking kids ought to learn to read the tickets! This is what you get for not paying attention." He turns and walks off quickly, leaving the two of you rather flabbergasted.
By now, you can hear the cries of protest from the deck of the ferry as all the girls realize they're not going to make it to Pleasure Island. The boat jars slightly as it pulls into the dock, and the captain's voice comes over the intercom. "Now arriving at Monster Island, all passengers must depart. We pick back up at 8AM. Those who do not depart without incident will be dealt with harshly. Thank you."
You and Becky try to figure out what you're going to do, even as attendants begin to hustle the other girls off the ship and onto the dock.
"I think we should just get off," you tell Becky, "We can get to a phone, call back home and deal with this shithole ferry company in a day or so."
"I don't know," says Becky, "I think we ought to just hide in here somewhere, and catch a ride back tonight. I really don't fancy getting in trouble with our parents. Hell, what're they REALLY going to do if we don't get off the boat? It's not like they're really going to do anything to us."