It all happened so [i]fast[/i].

Right as she was about to clamber up next to Safie, a smile on her face still as she almost vibrated with excitement for the fireworks, she heard Daz hiss. Something flopped next to her feet, and she looked down.

As a puddle of blood began to touch her bare toes from the horribly mangled fish, she shrank away with a horrified squeak. She'd hated watching the hooks pulled out of the fish's mouths, but even [i]she[/i] could tell this wasn't normal. There was a little bit of blood with the hooks, but it wasn't right to catch a fish full of [i]knives,[/i] and it wasn't right for there to be this much.

She had barely pulled away with a frantic "[color=FFE63D]Ohgodohgodohgodohgod—[/color]" when she was met with the ever-growing noise. Just a hum at first, but it grew, and grew, and grew, until it was almost loud enough to hurt her ears. So distracted was she with the sound that she jumped when the urgent, insistent beeping started from two points behind her. From Dahlia and Safie. And she was filled with a growing feeling of unease when Safie—whom she already thought of as bright and shiny as one of the stars in the sky—started talking very different than she had before.

“[color=green]Shore.[/color]”
“[color=green]Shore! We gotta get back to shore![/color]”

The boat immediately roared back to life, surging towards Hovvi far faster than it had gone out. She sat on the deck, pressed up against the bench as wind grappled at her skin and she was and transfixed by that unsettled feeling. The girls' faces were nothing like they'd been until now. 

Grim? Worried? Harried? She didn't know exactly what to call it, but whatever it was, it metamorphosed that disquiet into a nameless, faceless terror that dug its claws into her and felt like it might choke her as easily as the panic had, back in the community center.

"[color=FFE63D]S—Safie...?[/color]" she ventured, small voice tremulous and filled with fear, "[color=FFE63D]Wh—what's happening?[/color]"

The electric scream grew louder.

The boat smelled like blood.

She felt sick again.