The boat made her seasick. Bea gagged and clung to the railing for dear life, she hated this ride and hoped that it would end, and that maybe all of her torture and suffering was for nothing. In the distance an island came into view. [i]This must be it[/i] She thought, [i]We must be here![/i] Thank the heavens.
The island grew closer and we it came into full view, the boat began to slow down to dock. The passengers slowly got off one by one.
Bea shoved her way past and the moment she made it on land she tripped, and her 'Slow-Woe' began... Slowly, ever so slowly, Bea began to fall, her slow-mo acting out like a dramatic scene from a movie. This would take a decent minute, if not an hour of her just falling to the ground.