At last! Something to hold on to. Collin swam to the ladder and grabbed hold. "Who wants to go first?" he asked.
"You do," Morgan told him, after she and Courtney joined him at the ladder. " You check it out and let us know if it's safe to get out of the water."
"Anything's better than being stuck down here," Courtney moaned. "If you two are scared, I'll go. I'm wet. And I want to find the puzzle piece and get home." She pulled herself up and started to put a foot on the first rung, but Collin stopped her.
"No, wait. I'll go...it's my turn."
Courtney heaved a sigh. "Okay, but we're right behind you."
Collin climbed to the top, peaking cautiously over the side. He heard voices but didn't see a soul, only a cargo of crude wooden barrels, big clay pots and rolls of multi-colored cloth stacked here, there and everywhere. He swung a leg over the side, then the other. Turning around, he helped Courtney and Morgan into the ship, making sure they ducked out of sight as soon as they touched the deck.
"Where are we?" Courtney whispered as Collin peered around a barrel.
"We're definitely not in Kinetic," he said, plopping down on the deck. "It's not Miami Beach, either."
"Well, that tells me a lot," Courtney groaned. She started to look around the stacks of cargo but Collin grabbed her hand and held her back.
"Don't move," he said. "They might see you."
Courtney shot her brother an angry frown. "Who?"
"All those strange looking men walking around."
Courtney shrugged her shoulders and peaked over a barrel. "The way I see it, strange is a dinosaur chasing us, not a bunch of men with black hair and beards."