The spectacle now occurring on board the [i]boat[/i] was enough to rouse Emma from her eternal state of lethargy. [i]This reminds me a little bit too much of a rich kid house party then it should.[/i] Emma thought to herself, remembering her home. [i]Maybe things really aren't so different on this island.[/i] Certainly it was clear that the presence of drunken perverts was seemingly ubiquitous. The man, who was evidently their counselors brother, greatly surprised Emma when he attempted to pass the mystery alcohol to the students. [i]He really does have no sense of tact... trying to give us something like that in front of his brother, our counselor.[/i] She eyed the drink, but she knew better then to make an attempt for it. That would assuredly get her on the Che's bad side, and she didn't have the courage to try something so brazenly. 

Regardless of the drink Che's brother certainly seemed to quite the character. He was very open about his sexual habits to say the least. Emma recognized the type, and was quick to dismiss him from her thoughts. She didn't want to associate with someone like James Santiago, plain and simple. But what he said did catch her attention: [i]A whole lifetime of Libre in a year.[/i] It was clear to Emma what he meant, but she wanted something very different out of Puerto Libre then James Santigo did. She wasn't interested in booze and partying, and really never has been. She wanted to lay in the sun, free from parental dogma, she wanted to experience the island. But more then that, here thoughts kept returning to the disappearances. Something Che said piqued her interest: [i]No one knows where the fog comes from[/i]. This island wasn't normal. 

[i]People don't just disappear, fog isn't some mysterious phenomenon, or at least it shouldn't be. Puerto Libre isn't a regular place, and I [b]will[/b] get a lifetime of Puerto Libre, but not in the way James Santigo thinks.[/i]

Emma returned to slumber.