"Fall deeper and deeper, the sirens are singing your songs."

Slowly, the man faded out to the end of the song, singing softly. The boat was nearing the rock but at a snail's pace. It was awkwardly silent. A man with gauges and a shiny white bass fixed his brown hair and uncomfortably cleared his throat.

"Uh, Kellin? It didn't work. That's our best song, the only guarantee we'll capture someone. Now what?"

The signer, Kellin, looked uncomfortable. Clearly, their best performance did not work out and they were stumped on how to lure the captain to the rock. More importantly, Tyler was slowly coming out of his trance.

"Kellin, they didn't even react much to when you took your shirt off. That always works." another man said.

"Shut up, Nick! Let me think!"

The singer grew more nervous as he struggled to think of another song. The boat came to a complete stop and the passengers stood frozen in awe of what was happening. The awkwardness got worse, it was almost as awkward as Mikey Way's knees (almost). "Uh, I know! Let's play With Ears To See, and Eyes To Hear."

The band got back into position. The drummer tapped his sticks together four times and they began to play.

"True friends lie undernea-"

Kellin stopped signing abruptly. "Seriously guys! I said to play the acoustic version!"

"No, you didn't."

"Yeah we assumed you meant the regular one."

The band broke out into a large fight. With every passing second Tyler came closer and closer to reality. He was starting to wake up and wonder where he was. Everyone shouted at each other and argued. The people on the boat remained silent, still trying to believe what was happening. Suddenly, one guy took his shirt off.

"GABE! I NEVER TOLD YOU TO TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT! I'M IN CHARGE. LISTEN TO ME." Kellin shouted, angrily.

Gabe didn't listen, of course, and starting reaching for his belt buckle.

"GABRIEL BARHAM. YOU GUYS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRTS UNLESS WE ARE ABSOLUTELY DESPERATE. YOU'RE NOT AS HOT AS ME, REMEBER?"

Kellin gasped when he realized Tyler had gone back into his zone and was coming full speed at the rock, his eyes set on Gabe's chest. The passengers of the boat started screaming at Tyler again.

"But... but how is this possible? He didn't fall for Don't Fall Asleep At The Helm or With Ears To See, and Eyes To Hear OR my beautiful chest but he comes when he sees Gabe without a shirt? What is this?" Kellin said in disgust.

The next few moments seemed to happen in slow motion. The boat crashed into the rock with a thundering boom. Almost everyone fell from the impact. A beam from above cracked and splintered. Water rushed in downstairs in the passenger's cabins. Tyler jumped on the rock to chase after Gabe. Everyone screamed and chaos broke out. Justin, in the heat of the moment, ripped his shirt off like Gabe, causing Jesse to follow along too.

"GUYS, STOP! ENOUGH!" Kellin yelled.

Suddenly, upon seeing either Jesse or Justin shirtless, Tyler snapped out of his trance. He was confused for a few moments before realizing what was had happened. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the sinking boat. He jumped back on the deck and yelled to Josh to get the life rafts. Everyone cheered.

Well, until they saw the life rafts.

Josh came down the stairs from the captains quarters carrying a tiny, deflated raft. The Sirens were long gone by now. He popped open the valve of the raft and took a giant breath before exhaling into the raft. He did this several more times before feeling lightheaded.

"COME ON JOSH, I KNOW YOU CAN BLOW HARDER THAN THAT!" Tyler screamed.

Josh took an even deeper breath and filled up the entire raft in less than a minute.

"THAT'S MY BOY!" Tyler praised.

"Alright! Good luck! See you all." He said as he climbed in the raft with Josh.

"Woah woah woah, that's the only raft?" Brendon said in shock.

"Well it's a three seater so we can take one more."

Everyone fought their way to the raft, determined to be the one who got to survive. Ray used his afro to shove other people out of the way and make it on the raft. The group got settled and said a quick "Kay, bye!" before paddling off.

Pete turned to the group. "Yo F*CK these dudes! We're gonna go f*cking MILES above!"

"Guys, my afro is buoyant! Everyone jump on my back, we can swim to shore!" Joe said

"Joe, there is no shore. We are in the middle of an ocean."

"Okay well jump on my back and we'll find a shore!" The crew did as they were told.

"What about all our stuff?" Mikey asked, worried.

"Well I am a super-duper-strong-Crossfit-guy so I can carry all your luggage!" Andy said before running into the sinking bottom of the ship. He came back up moments later with everyone's luggage. In one hand.

He jumped on Joe and Joe started kicking and scooping away. Twenty minutes later, everyone looked around and noticed they had only moved 10 feet.

"This isn't going to work. We are barely moving. Joe can't support all our weight." Patrick said.

"Well, Dallon is a good swimmer. He swam to catch the boat when he was late. We can float on him." Gerard suggested.

"Yeah but I can't support all of you either. I'd sink like a stone." Dallon stated.

"Okay okay I have an idea then. What if we have everyone float on Joe because of his afro and then Dallon can pull us." Frank said.

"Yeah, yeah! Just hold onto my long legs!" Dallon said, excited.

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Seven hours later, on an unknown shore
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"Do you think he's dead?"

"Well, it's possible."

"Crap! We killed him?"

"Awww he seemed really nice!"

Everyone stood over Dallon's body. After seven straight hours of swimming he was completely exhausted. They swam (well, Dallon swam, everyone else slept on Joe's warm back) all night long and now, it was now the early hours of the morning, probably around 5 or 6 o'clock. Everyone felt well rested and energized while Dallon lay in a heap. Brendon grabbed a stick and poked him with it.

"Hey Gerard, do you think I could practice that method of CPR you used on Frank?" Andy asked. "I was blown away by how effective it seemed."

"Uh... er... um... I mean it's not really... uh... safe for beginners to try." Gerard said, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse.

Dallon sat up suddenly and started laughing.

"You guys really thought that's all it takes for me to get tired! Of course not! I could have kept going for another 30 hours!" He said, wiping away tears from laughing so hysterically.

"Okay, first thing's first, we have to call some kind of... police or something... Somebody who can help us." Pete said.

Patrick randomly burst into song and started singing S.O.S.

"Patrick... why are you doing this?" Pete asked.

"You know I love Britney Spears! We quoted her in Young And Menace!"

"Patrick! That's Rihanna!"

"Rihanna? Rihanna doesn't sing Oops!... I Did It Again." Patrick said confused.

"No no, I never said she did! You know what, never mind, pretend I never said anything, go back to singing." Pete said, sighing. "Okay, so as I was saying, my phone is in my suitcase, Andy can you grab it for me? I will call someone to come save us."

"Oh uh..." Andy froze. I kinda threw all our phones in the water."

"Andy are you serious right now? Why the hell would you do that?" Pete asked.

"Hey, you try carrying eleven suitcases and the tell me if the phones were important. It got too heavy and something had to go!"

"Eleven? Andy, there's only ten of us! Ray went with Tyler and Josh, remember? Why couldn't you have thrown his suitcase in the water instead of our only chance for getting rescued"

"I didn't know which was his!"

"You could have asked Gerard, Mikey, or Frank!"

Andy shook his head, unable to provide any more reasons. He made a dumb move, that's all. Why couldn't Pete calm down and give him a break?

"What are we planning to do? We have no communication with the world." Mikey asked.

"Oh, oh! I have my laptop! In my suitcase!" Joe said.

"That got thrown off too." Andy said.

"Why don't we do what everyone on survival shows and movies and books do? The make a fire, a shelter, and spell out S.O.S with rocks to attract planes." Gerard said.

"Great idea! Ryan and I can make the rocks. I like stones. Well, I like getting stoned but..." Brendon said, fading out uncomfortably.

"Alright great. Patrick, Pete, Mikey, and I can make a fire." Gerard offered. "And then the rest of you can work on building a shelter."

Brendon and Ryan headed to a rocky part of the shore. Patrick, Pete, Mikey, and Gerard huddled up to discuss the fire, and Dallon, Andy, Frank, and Joe walked toward the small patch of woods on the island.

Brendon and Ryan arrived at the rocks. Most were about the size of Brendon's palm (and Brendon has very big hands). Ryan began to collect the biggest ones he could see.

"Alright, you spell out "S.O.S" and I will try to get high off these stones."

Ryan, rolling his eyes said, "Really Brendon? You're trying to get stoned off of literal stones?"

"I don't mess around, baby." Brendon said in a sly voice.

"I hate you." Ryan said with disgust.

"You didn't hate me last night before the party." Brendon said, winking.

"Shut your damn mouth and go back to getting stoned."

Brendon obeyed. He could have kept it up but he wanted to get high right now. He was always getting high off random things. Never actual drugs though. His favorite way was to snort the Insta-Milk powder. It left him feeling milky all day.

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Up in the woods with the shelter group
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"I've never built a shelter before." Andy said

"I'm good at it, I'm actually homeless right now so I work hard at building shelters." Frank said.

"Yeah but I thought you lived in a cardboard box." Andy said, confused. "That's not a shelter, it's a box you found."

"I'll have you know I built that box with Gerard's used cardboard cereal boxes and my own spit with just my bare hands!" Frank said, defending himself."

"I don't get it. You live in his basement in a cardboard box yet you're homeless?" Andy asked.

"It's complicated, okay?"

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Down at the beach with the fire making (and failing) gang
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"OH CRAP! HIS FEDORA'S ON FIRE!"

"FIRE! FIRE! PATRICK! YOUR FEDORA IS BURNING! HURRY! GET SOME WATER!"

"QUICK FIND SOME WATER!"

Patrick felt the top of his fedora with his hand. He jerked it away when he felt the sudden burst of heat on his palm. Sure enough, his fedora was in flames.