Patrick frantically took his fedora off and threw it like a Frisbee into in the ocean. It boomeranged back into his hands seconds later.

"Oh no is it damaged?" Mikey asked nervously.

Patrick sniffed. "A little bit. But it's okay, I have lots more in my suitcase."

He threw his fedora again and when it returned, it had his suitcase attached. He unzipped the side and opened it, revealing about thirty or so more fedoras. He put his fedora back on the suitcase and lifted them above his head. He heaved them back toward the rest of the suitcases and everyone watched in awe as the heavy suitcase flew weightlessly through the air. Moments later, the fedora boomeranged back and landed at Patrick's feet.

"Okay let's continue making this fire." Patrick said.

Mikey and Gerard sat on shock, unable to speak. Pete had seen Patrick send his fedora to do favors multiple times, this was no big deal.

"You guys okay?" Patrick asked. "Did I say something?"

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Two hours later
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Everyone sat around the pile of sticks that would have been a campfire, ready to talk about how the past hours had gone.

"Well, one burnt fedora and a scorched arm later, we gave up on our fire." Mikey said, rubbing his burned arm.

"And our shelter collapsed on Joe." Andy said, rubbing Joe's back who was still crying.

"We finished the rocks. Well, Ryan did them. I was... experimenting with the stones and failed."

"Well at least one task worked out. Let's go check out the S.O.S message." Frank said.

Everyone stood up and walked to where Ryan wrote the message.

"What does that say? That doesn't say S.O.S. What? Cape Town? What the heck Ryan? What does that even mean? We told you to spell out S.O.S, not Capetown!"

Ryan turned red with embarrassment. "What? I didn't mean to write that! It was a accident oh my gosh!" He had no memory of spelling that out.

"Eh, it's okay. As long as a plane overhead sees some kind of human activity, we'll be fine."

As of on a cue, the sound of small plane was heard from above.

"It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a... HOLY CRAP IT'S A PLANE!" Gerard screamed.

Everyone started screaming and waving their arms around trying to signal the plane. This could be the end. Their cruise trip disaster may be coming to an end.

As the plane came closer, everyone's energy got higher. Dallon and Patrick were now up in some palm trees, waving like crazy, Joe was screaming like a banshee and Brendon was throwing some of the Cape Town rocks in the air.

The tiny plane slowed down and started lowering in the air. It's elevation decreased carefully and it landed safely on the far side of the shore. Everyone ran like maniacs to get to the pilot.

A man shyly exited the plane. He had black hair and shining blue eyes. His cheek bones were sculpted by angels.

"Hey guys... I'm Andy."

"No, I'm Andy!" Andy Hurley said.

"Well I'm also Andy. I'm Andy Biersack. I was flying my small plane that fits eleven people and I got lost on my way to Cape Town. I'm guessing this isn't actually it." The stranger said.

"No, it's not." Gerard sighed.

"I guess you could say, I got lost in Cape Town." Andy Biersack said.

Everyone looked around confused.

"Huh? No, you got lost in the sky and came down to what you thought was Cape Town." Frank said.

"Yeah, that didn't make any sense."

"What did you mean?"

"Is this guy crazy?"

"Maybe he's on drugs."

"But we just told you it wasn't Cape Town."

"Was that even English?"

All ten of them spoke over each other at once.

"Woah woah calm down, I'm sorry! Never mind, I swear I heard that phrase before." Andy said.

"Whoever wrote that was clearly messed up." Brendon laughed.

His laughing caused a chain reaction and soon enough, everyone was laughing at how pathetic "I got lost in Cape Town" was.

"Wait a second, aren't you illegal? Like, you're so attractive you were deemed nonhuman? You're that guy, aren't you!" Dallon asked, blinded by Andy's looks.

"Correct." Andy answered.

"So Andy, we got stranded here a few hours ago. And you said that your plane fits eleven people. I know it's a lot to ask but we all have careers and lives back home. I am desperate to get home and so is everyone else here. Do you think you could fly us back to the mainland?" Gerard asked.

"No." Andy said and he climbed back in his plane and turned on the engine.

"Wait WHAT? What just happened? Did he really say no?" Gerard said in shock.

The guys just stood around, confused about what happened. They asked Andy a simple favor, to fly them to the mainland which was probably only a few miles from the island.

"GET HIM!" Mikey yelled, pointing at the plane that was now starting to take off.

Everyone ran full speed at Andy's plane. Frank jumped on the back and started whipping his arm around like he had a lasso. Ryan, Joe, and Gerard grabbed the wings on the plane. Patrick did the loudest rebel yell he could muster. Even with everyone trying to stop him at once, Andy still took off, taking Frank, Ryan, Joe, and Gerard with him.

"Guys! We have to jump before he gets too high!" Frank yelled over the sound of the roaring plane.

"I'm too scared!" Joe said.

"Joe, we have to! We don't want to fall too far out to sea! The longer we wait the higher we will get!" Ryan told him.

Joe started to cry.

"Ryan, grab Joe's hand and pull him." Frank ordered. "Okay one, two, three, JUMP!"

The four fell into the ocean. Thankfully, they were only a good sixty feet away from the shore. They jumped on Joe's back and paddled to safety.

"Phew that was scary! I just can't believe he said no and left so suddenly!" Ryan said.

"I know! That's so rude! The mainland probably isn't too far from here anyway. We weren't asking him to take us home, just to the mainland." Brendon said.

"We were so close to getting out of here! So freaking close!" Patrick said.

Joe cried harder.

"Alright let's do a head count and make sure we're all here." Brendon said. He dramatically pointed at everyone as he counted. "One, two, three! Three, two, one! Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, teeeeen! Ten to one!"

"I don't get it, are there ten of us or one of us?" Gerard asked.

"Gerard! Look around! Do you think there are ten of us or one!" Mikey said, face palming.

"Uhh........ Uh..... One." He answered confidently.

"Gerard! You are the dumbest person alive! No! Ten, Gerard, ten!"

"Oh."

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Later, at 2:00 P.M.
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"GUYS HELP!"

"What? Who said that?" Frank asked.

"What? Who said what?" Dallon asked.

"Somebody just called for help." Frank said.

"You're probably just hearing things again." Gerard said.

"GUYS! HELP!"

"See? Did anyone else hear that?"

"Yes! I hear it now!" Dallon said, and the other agreed.

"HELP ME!"

"That sounded lik-"

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" Mikey yelled as he pointed to the water. Ray was swimming toward the island.