Gerard ran back upstairs with Pete, Andy, Patrick, Ryan and Brendon (Joe was fast asleep in his dog cage).

They hurried into the room. Pete grabbed Dallon from behind and yanked him away from Frank. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small object. "It's okay guys! He's just hangry!"

"Oh no! Is he really hangry? I heard about how dangerous hangry people can be." Ray yelled from the closet.

"Yes. Hangry is a mix of hungry and angry. And it's life threatening." Pete said.

Ray shuddered.

Pete unwrapped the object that was in his pocket. It was a fun sized snickers bar. You know, the ones that are so small, there's nothing "fun" about them. He threw the wrapper on the floor and shoved the Snickers in Dallon's mouth. He yelled, "Have a Snickers! You're not you when you're hungry!" Dallon quickly came to and snapped back into reality.

"Huh? Why am I holding this lamp?" He asked, confused.

"Uh... Nothing..." Pete said, taking the lamp back from his and setting it down on Mikey's night stand.

"Let's um, let's just go."

And with that, everybody left.

Patrick, Andy, and Pete went back into the living room. Andy laid on the couch resting while Pete and Patrick continued their game of cribbage. They found a set in the cabinets and Patrick decided to try and teach the rules to Pete. He was failing miserably.

"I win!" Pete exclaimed, happy for himself.

"No no Pete you need 121 points to win. Not 21."

"What? You made that up!" Pete said.

"No Pete I swear I didn't!" Patrick said, laughing. "You're supposed to make it up and down the board twice first."

Pete smiled. He knew he was a lost cause but for some crazy reason Patrick still didn't give up on him. Patrick never gave up on him. He was just one of those people. A moment later he remembered something.

"Aw shoot, Patrick I was gonna give that Snickers to you. It was the only piece of food I had left. I wanted you to have it for how supportive you were for me when I was sick." Pete said, frowning.

"Pete! That's so sweet of you! But if you didn't give it to Dallon, who knows what he would have done to Frank with that lamp. You're so... so brave." Patrick said.

"Really?" Pete said, blushing.

"Yes. You're almost a full foot shorter than Dallon and yet you still rushed in, risking your life to save Frank. And Dallon too! He could have hurt himself. You're so admiral Pete. I just-" Patrick blushed deeply as he noticed Pete slowly leaning in, ever so slightly.

"Uh, hey guys? I'm right over here." Andy said from on the couch, disturbed.

Pete yanked away, surprised. He played it off and pretended to examine something on the wall behind Patrick.

"Okay uh... That was... okay. On a different topic, how about we get dinner started?" Andy said.

"Yeah. Dinner." Patrick said, sadly.

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Ten minutes later
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All eleven people stood around the dinner table, discussing how they would obtain food. The only food they seemed to have was Ryan's Cheez Whiz and he was very territorial about it. Oh, and there was also Mikey's snacks but those were still a secret to the majority.

"Ray and Gerard and Frank and Mikey and... Dallon." Joe started. "You guys are extremely quiet right now. Do you not have anything to say."

"Uh, yes. I mean no! Er, no I do not have anything to say." Frank said, nervously. There was no way they could find out about Mikey's snacks. If the five of them got caught for hoarding food, they would probably be shunned by the others.

"Sorry I'm just tired." Dallon said. After his episode with the lamp he seemed to feel very exhausted.

"Okay that's valid. So how about we just double check everybody's suitcases and make sure nobody has any food packed. If anyone does, well, then we'll have somewhat of a dinner to eat tonight." Ryan spoke up.

"But Ryan remember, Tyler and Josh told us ahead of time not to pack any food on the ship. They told us that they would provide three meals a day plus snacks. If any of us had any food it would be stuff like your Cheez Whiz. Not actual food." Andy said.

Tyler and Josh had dealt with mice many times in the past. They always provided breakfast, lunch, and dinner but they used to allow passengers to bring snacks aboard. One year their boat somehow got infested with rodents. Everywhere you went, mice would be caught scurrying across the floorboards, carrying the passenger's food. Not only were they forced to end the trip early, they were sued for accidentally feeding the passengers some mouse. How were they supposed to know it fell into the stew pot? Now they had to stick to a "no bringing food on board" policy.

"Excuse you, Andy. Cheez Whiz is 100% food!" Ryan shot back.

"I told him not to pack the Cheez Whiz because I thought Tyler and Josh would get mad." Brendon said, sighing.

"Hey we figured if we could bring the milk, we could take the Cheez Whiz too, no big deal!" Ryan said, annoyed.

"Ryan don't talk about that!" Brendon said quietly, pinching Ryan's side.

"Alright stop fighting you two. Let's do what Ryan suggested and make sure we didn't pack any food." Pete said.

Everyone groaned and walked back up the stairs. They separated in their rooms and hunted through their bags, hoping they might find something to eat.

Mikey slid the Hostess snacks under his bed, praying that nobody would find them. He completely forgot that they were advised not to back food and brought his deserts anyway. Other than those snacks, there was no other food left in his suitcase. Great...

One by one, everyone emerged from their rooms, disappointed. Nobody had packed any food. They gathered back downstairs to move on to plan B. But something felt off.

"Where's Joe?' Patrick asked, concerned for his friend.

"Oh. I didn't know he was gone. Did he get stuck in his dog cage when we went looking for food just now?" Brendon asked.

As if on cue, Joe came running down the stairs. "LOOK! I FOUND A LOAF OF BREAD!" He said, holding it above his head triumphantly.

"Joe why did you pack a random loaf of bread. Not only was it against the cruise's rules but who eats plain, whole wheat bread?' Andy asked, confused.

"It was in case I needed a midnight snack!" he exclaimed.

"Okay but who eats plain bread for a midnight snack?' Andy asked, laughing.

"Aw who cares, Andy!" Brendon said. "Food is food and now we have some!"

"I'll get my Cheez whiz and we can spread it over the bread!" Ryan said, excitedly before hurrying back to his room to retrieve the cheese.

"Great! Now that we have Cheez Whiz sandwiches, all we need is something to drink." Gerard said.

"I would recommend the mud. I had some earlier and it tasted deeeee-licious!" Joe said.

"Uh, no thanks... Any ideas?"

"Shoot! We need some kind of drink. I don't think Cheez Whiz counts as a liquid." Joe said.

"Even if it did, I don't think I could drink that straight up." Pete said, disgusted.

"Oh, guys, we're idiots!" Dallon said rushing to the sink faucet. There's running tap water right here!"

He pulled on the handle and nothing happened. He pulled on the other handle. Still nothing. For some reason, the water wasn't running.

"Why? Why? Why would Billie Joe do this to us? Taunt us with a sink when we're all so thirsty but not give us water This is cruel!" Gerard said slumped against the wall.

The room remained quiet for another minute or two while everybody racked their brains trying to come up with a solution to the problem. Ray was the first to speak up. "Wait, those trees have coconuts in them right?"

"I think so..." Pete answered slowly, trying to remember.

"Follow me. Let's go outside to see if they do. If so, we can just drink coconut milk!" He said, leading them out the door.

"I'm pretty sure it's called coconut water." Ryan said, shakily putting up a hand.

The beach looked beautiful at night. The sun as in the middle of setting and the sky turned a stunning mixture of orange and pink streaks, running across the horizon. A slight breeze blew, making everyone a little chilly. The palm trees blew in the wind and sure enough, they had coconuts.

"Yes! But how are we gonna get them?" Ray asked.

Dallon took a step forward. "I'm a giant, remember?" He said, proud of his height.

He walked over to a random tree and grabbed on to the middle and shimmed up. He was moving at a pretty good pace. Before they knew it, he was close enough to grab a coconut. "Hey! Hey look at me! I'm in a palm tree! Woo hoo! Oh yeah, baby! I'm in a freaking palm tree right now! Look I'm almost th-"

And as he reached for the coconut, he lost his grip and came tumbling down to the ground at full speed alongside a few coconuts.