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[color=LightSteelBlue]"Wh-what are we gonna do Trent?"[/color]

"...uh, run?" Trent replied. He looked out the back window of the lifeboat at the apparition standing above the water. The spirits Trent had dealt with before, the ones that lurked from the graveyard, had never been this large or menacing, only person-sized at biggest. This thing was [i]massive[/i], and Trent had no idea if he could even harm it. He looked down at his left arm where he'd drawn the blood for his abstraction; several penny-sized welts had formed, but it wasn't anything life-threatening. He could use the power again. 

[b]"<Don't get too cocky, kid,>"[/b] Saint Jimmy said. [b]"<We have a long way to go.>"[/b] 

"Fair," Trent whispered, trying not to draw any attention to himself. He looked back towards the interior of the lifeboat. It was crowded now, with a multitude of people, not much older than Finn and he, all spread about the cabin. One of them, a black woman wearing a green robe, gave him definite apparitional vibes. 

[b]"<Is there an adult on this goddamn field trip?>"[/b] Saint Jimmy grumbled. Trent shared the sentiment. He turned back towards the monster, watching it intently in case it got too close. If it did, well, Trent wasn't sure what he'd do.