In the mind of Blasty

[Blasty]

The ship was rocking violently back and forth. Most of the crew was busy manning their stations while the passengers were holding onto anything they can to stabilize themselves. A rather "well-fed" man made his way through the luxury dining room of the ship and to my dismay was coming straight for me. I'm... not one for conversation. If I wanted to hear what you wanted to say I'd engage you first. The fat man sat his cellulite wrinkled ass onto the chair beside me. I almost thought I could hear the chair beg for help upon the impact of butt to cushion. Without warning at all the mad introduced himself as Harry Potter and then added a joke "Not the wizard of course". I simply allowed my face to smile while underneath the mask I wore was a troublesome stare of annoyance. Harry was a balding man, late 50's, and despite his weight, didn't seem to run out of breath while talking. Despite the violent sea rocking the ship and the dismal atmosphere this man continued to talk and unfortunatley for me and my boredom taking hold at that time I was compelled to listen just for entertainment. Apparently Harry and his wife Janet were visiting the Island destination for his retirement celebration and that he had worked for a large oil company who was very prominent in the area, so it makes sense he is celebrating his retirement at probably the least nicest of the tropical islands. In my deep comprehension of Harry's story I was interupted with a question, a personal question. That Question was "Whats your name?" I couldn't help but chuckle at the question but I stopped upon reading the confused expression upon Harry's Face. So of course I excused myself for soemthing I was thinking and lied that my name was... John. Thankfully before any more questions could come from the rotund man's maw the announcement of landfall came over the loudspeaker like some Commandement proclaimed by Moses himself. Quickly I hurried to the starboard side of the ship to make myself down the gangway plank. Upon reaching the dock, almost slipping mind you, I sprinted towards the the customs checkpoint to be sure I was first in line. Unluckily and for some bizarre reason Harry and his equally obese wife had beaten me. Oh well, I guess I can afford letting two live unscathed after all I chuckled as I passed through the exit as the blistering orange light of fire danced upon my back, casting a shadow upon the ground. The fire emerging from the rear of the ship engulfed both it and the dock nearby behind me in flames. I smiled as I continued walking, and not because of the horrified expresions of Harry and Janet as I passed them, but at the sign they stood in front of, "Welcome to Tanoa".