Mary was quite scared. She hoped the boats would move soon. The pounding rain rocked the boat and she felt more and more water running down her neck through the flimsy poncho.

She looked into the next boat over and motives that she wasn't the only one annoyed by the over-exuberant boy named Ronan. She felt kind of bad for the girl, but at the same time, even she was a little hyper from excitement. Either the girl REALLY didn't want to here, or was just even more shy than herself.

"I don't see anyone else, we must be good" she shouted. Of course, Mary was a very quiet person, so her version of shouting could probably barely, of not at all, be heard over the wind. Nothing like what Ronan was doing.