Savannah looks at the other girls who just shrug. Marcia waits patiently for her reply. “Fine,” Savannah starts, “but you better just keep quiet.” The girls all wave bye to Marcia, except for Savannah as they walk down the hall.
Back at her office, Marcia is relieved to finally have a lead and ditches her schoolbooks into a trash can. She reaches for the phone and flips through her address book to the police department. Her finger on the first number, she stops, and sets the phone back down on the hook. “Easy, don’t jump the gun, Marcia,” she talks to herself, “let’s see what happens this weekend.” Marcia marks her calendar on the wall with a large P.I. on Saturday.
The day finally rolls around and Marcia meets up with the girls down by the city’s shipping yard. There’s a whole crowd of girls there, well over 500, all milling around and gabbing. Marcia spots Savannah, Pamela, and Carrie talking by a light post. “Hey,” Marcia yells, and runs over, “how are you?” The girls just shake their heads. “Haven’t seen you in school the last few days, “Savannah says smugly. “Well, I’ve been ditching while my parents are out of town,” Marcia smugs back. The other girls seem impressed with Marcia, which makes Savannah all the more mad, but before she can fire her comeback, a loud whistle blows.
The swarm of teenager girls starts to flood onto a large Ferry Boat, christened Jenny. They all get on and find places to stand while loud music plays across the two decks. Marcia steps onto the boat, surprised at how clean it is. She does her best to stay with the other girls, but the crowd makes it difficult. They all manage to meet up at the bow as the boat whistle blows again.
The engines kick on and the hulk of a vessel starts to move. The girls all scream and cheer, despite not one of them seeing anyone directing them or driving the boat.
A few hours went by on the water and the girls were starting to grow impatient. The music never stopped, so no one really code vocalize their opinions. Marcia was more concerned about her GPS Device she brought with her. The further they went out, the worse the reception got, until if it finally just stopped working.
Another hour passed, and still not a blip on the GPS. “We could be anywhere,” Marcia said to herself, but then a loud roar came from the girls. A large island had almost suddenly appeared right before them. The lights were almost blinding as they could see the shapes of rides and structures all over.
The ship pulled into a small bay and slammed hard into the dock. Seemingly on it’s own, the massive gangway of the ferry dropped to the dock and the girls ran screaming off the boat and on to the island.