[i]Oh shit,[/i] Mikkish thought, noticing smoke rising from a branch which hung above the boat as it passed. It really was a thick jungle, and even on this river the trees shaded the crew and passengers. [i]Not again[/i]

Mikkish had always had problems controlling this one form of magic. This one thing called "pyrokinesis." It always scared the shit out of him and anyone present at the moment when things would seem to randomly catch fire nearby. When Mikkish found his book he attempted to control it, but to no avail.

Quickly, the smoke turned to small flames turned to bigger flames. Luckily, the boat moved quickly passed the burning trees. The crewmen looked up in curiosity, but did nothing. There was nothing they could do, and it wasn't really their job anyway.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard coming from the bottom of the boat. They had hit something, a large, sharp rock, or maybe something man-made and intended to damage the boat. Regardless, the boat was now filling with water and losing its ability to float.