"Aquatraxi Gravita."

By this time, Heather was soaking wet, since she'd been having trouble keeping her footing in the waves. A fact that she was blaming on the floating platform. But she thought she had the hang of it now as she made her way over to two castles built close to one another, one yellow, the other blue.

'Come to me, little wave. Just don't knock me over.' And bingo! Down went the the two castles. Unfortunately, so did Heather. Right on her bum. "That's going to ache tomorrow." Along with everything else. Honestly though, how were so many people staying on their feet. Did they have rocks in their shoes or something?