The Culprit? Or a Victim?
A Coast Guard had seen us and picked us up, and the four of us dreaded it at first, seeing as it was completely suspicious that four drenched teenagers who were not dressed in common beach getups (I really don't think suits and a dress were right swimming attires, right?) were now stranded in the middle of the bay. And oh, one of them had freaking hooves! So, when we boarded, we couldn't help but sigh in relief as they were too busy to notice our peculiarity because their radios were jammed up with distress calls. Apparently, just in the last hour the sea had suddenly become extremely rough, as rough as when there's an extremely huge storm brewing in the distance. This fact took many by surprise, seeing the weather predictions haven't broadcasted a truly awful st
