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(Sorry. My family's computer broke and the library system was down, so I couldn't post. I didn't mean to disappear.)

Syrah walked down the corridor. Her head was a little clearer after taking a shower, but she was still confused. However, she knew she owed Mike an apology. She entered the bar, thinking she might find him there since the dining hall was closed for the night. Syrah spotted him almost instantly, but he was with someone else. Another young man who seemed infatuated with Mike. Syrah was paralyzed for a few minutes until a cruise patron bumped into her on their way out of the bar. "Hey, lady, you're blocking the door. Move it, will ya?" the patron grumbled. Syrah mumbled an apology and stepped out of their way, then she whirled and ran out to the deck, her already-confused mind in even more of a tizzy. Out on the deck, she sank into one of the many fold-out lounge chairs by the railing.

Syrah barely responded, even though all she could see of Mike was his head sticking out of the deck. Just one more thing to confuse her. Once he was gone, she slipped under the guard rail and into the dark water. The cruise ship wasn't going anywhere until morning, and she needed to think.

Syrah pulled herself back aboard the cruise ship as the faintest line of sunlight tinged the horizon. She took a towel from the towel desk and hurried to her cabin. A few minutes later, she was dressed and softly rapping at Blythe's cabin door. "Blythe? Are you awake?" she called quietly. "Can we talk?"

Zethy slowly opened her eyes and found herself sitting on a chair in the back of a stage . " O.O.... wait... why am I here?" she looked around. " Ah, you're awake I see.." Cythe patted her head as she passed by her. She was ruffling through a script that she had made the night before. " W-Wait why am I here?" Zethy began to panic. " To sing.." Cythe flipped the page. " to WHAT?" Zethy jumped out of the chair. Cythe closed the script and looked back at her. " Relaaaaax you'll do fiiiiiine..." she smiled. " B-But I don't even know what I should be singin-" " I left your scrip on the table next to you, see the big bold letters on the cover page? Yes, it says Zeeeethyyyy... which means it's for you." she teased. Zethy was still in shock. She has never performed in front of a live audience and didn't think she was about to either. She took a look at her script and onto the highlighted areas. " Hey! This isn't so bad! I only have a couple of lines throughout the entire song! Haha, lets see the next song!" she flipped some pages with a smile on her face. Her smile instantly went away as she saw the entire page highlighted entirely into a light pink shade. " I-I.... I sing this....all of it..." she fell onto her knees. " ...Drama much...?" Zeggy came over with his guitar strapped around him. Zethy's eyes unglued themselves from the page and looked up to him. " Th-There is a mistake..! " " Cythe rarely does any mistakes in her music..what is it.." " This entire song is highlighted, this is my script because it has my name on it, YOU'VE GOT TO HELP ME I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE SONG!" she grabbed his hands and pulled him down to her level. " I need help!" " <.< Yeah..That much I gathered..." " I'm serious! How am I supposed to sing this song!?" " Heck if I know.." Zeggy stood up. " Figure it out..." he began to walk away as he strummed some of his cords. " Yeah...Yeaaaah REAAAL CHARMING YOU- grrr.." Zethy's eyes followed him as he made a turn into the stage. She looked back at the song she was supposed to sing. " Wait.. a minute... I think...I think I know this song..." she looked over at the title.

((Sorry I can't post much, because my computer is having problems. I'll try to post as often as I can, but I can't promise anything.))

Blythe opened his door, ushering Syrah into the room. He was sleepy-eyed and shirtless, obviously he had just woke up. "What is it, Syrah?" he asked, ruffling through his stuff to find a shirt. Syrah was one of his good friends on the ship and also somebody who he wanted to protect.

Blythe sighed, rubbing his neck. He had been hoping to avoid this, but he should have known Syrah would figure it out. "I went with Thaelia, hoping that finding one of their lost wolf anthro experiments would placate her master and keep her from showing anymore interest in the ship.... That's what we were hoping, at least. The Witch collared me, but she hadn't bought the lie and sent Thaelia and me back here. She's after Mac, I'm sure... and he still wants to go into the sea to the Kingdom..." he told her, slipping a shirt on as he spoke.

"No, I haven't told him.... It will just make him want to go into the sea even more and the sea isn't a safe place for him right now. I know, I've already tried to talk him out of going, but he won't listen..." Blythe replied, slumping down on his bed and looking down at his feet. "I'm really worried, Syrah... I don't want anything happening to them or to any one of you... I thought sacrificing myself would solve the problem... but that Witch is too smart... I think she might be one of the Originals, the ones that first created my kind," he added, depressed.