She looked around. Her small fishing boat was inching towards an island. An explosion cut her off. At least, that's what she thought it was. April looked in the direction the man was yelling from. She then saw the man running on the shore. In front of him, was a tall, slim figure. She looked for an easy way to get to the island so she could figure out what was going on. April dashed to the other end of her small boat and grabbed her small backpack. She slung it over her shoulders, then stood on the small rails. When she was turning around, someone ran straight into her. WHAM! The man ran away.