The plane finally parked itself on the runway in Hawaii. I was so thankful that it had, because Skandar was bugging the crap out of me. I wish he would just go get a life or something. Anyway, in Hawaii we would take a boat to the island. Only the nine teenagers would be on it. I heard that the ship was haunted or some crazy stuff like that. I thought it sounded interesting, and that it why I brought my camera. It was my favorite item that I had with me. I wanted to be a photographer when I grew up and I was told that I took pretty good pictures. Of course, those people could have lied, but I don't quite mind. I won't stop until I get to my goal.

Skandar and I walked down the busy street of the second largest island, which was Maui. The buildings were quite large. They towered over our heads, providing shade from the sun. I guess they were useful somehow.

"Oh man, I can't wait until I get onto that boat! It's gonna be great," Skandar randomly stated, clapping his hands together happily. "I hope you won't get sea sick, Lyds."

"I never get sea-sick, God," I snapped, crossing my arms as the dock began to become into view. I smiled lightly with relief. Soon, I would be resting and watching the beautiful waves pass by.

"Okay then, I'll be sure to rock the boat," Skandar said, snickering lightly as he placed his hands on his hips. I gave him a look, and walked faster so that I could get out of this nightmare. I hope that I would make friends so I didn't have to be with my twin no longer.
The dock was twisted and crooked, like it was going to collapse as I stood on it. Quickly, I ran to the boat. I could hear Skandar follow me, keeping at my pace. He hated to run, which made me smirk. Finally, I reached the boat. A man in a suit was standing at the entrance. He glanced down at Skandar and I, with a long pause.

"Names?" he asked, softly in a regal and dark voice.

"Skandar Cutter and Lydia Cutter," I replied, placing my arms behind my back. The man held up a list and began to write down on it.

"Ages?" he asked.

"We are both 16," Skandar replied, quickly before I could. I glared up at him.

"Talents?" the man asked, looking up at us with dark eyes.

"I can make the dead rise," Skandar whispered, biting his lip.

"I can see ghosts," I stated, quickly. The man fell silent again as he wrote more on the list.

"To tell each other apart, we give out code colors. You will receive a gift on board with your color. Girl, yours is grey and the boy is purple. Get on board," the man stated, quickly as he pushed us towards the entrance. I frowned deeply and walked inside.

"Code colors?" I asked Skandar as we made a left turn down the hall.

"Don't know. But man, that guy was scary," Skandar replied, grabbing me by the arm as he dragged me after him. The boat was medium size, but there weren't any room to hang out or sleep in. Skandar and I decided to go to the top and look at the scenery. When we did, I noticed the same two boys I saw on the plane and they noticed us. The older one came bounding over to us, and the younger one followed slowly.

"Hey! What's your names?" the oldest one asked, his blonde hair blowing in the wind.

"My name is Skandar and this is my sister, Lydia," Skandar replied, sharply as he raised an eyebrow at the kid.

"I'm Lock and this is my cousin, Benedict. Call him Ben though," the boy said, pointing to the black-haired one. "He speaks Italian."

"Oh really?" I asked out loud, frowning. "Let's hear it." The one called Benedict looked at me, his eyes widening as he bit his lip.

"Oh, um, okay," He whispered as he cleared his throat. "Ciao, il mio nome è Benedetto."

"Oh wow, neat!" Skandar said, smiling greatly. "What are your guys' abilities?"

"I can see through clothes," Lock said, giving me a creepy look as he stared at my chest. I gasped loudly and crossed my arms over my chest. "Just kidding, doll. I can disappear in times I need to. It's very useful, especially in school when I'm getting scolded at." He chuckled lightly.

"And I can control people's emotions," Benedict whispered, smiling lightly. I could already tell that he was going to be the shy and innocent one. "Watch this." He looked at Skandar with his bright eyes, and Skandar began to tremble with some emotion. Lock and I watched our eyebrows rose as Skandar burst into tears.

"WHY AM I SO SAD?!" Skandar sobbed loudly, falling onto his bum as he grabbed his knees and rocked, back and forth. Benedict merrily giggled as I saw a shadow walk over. He was tall, with orange-auburn hair and dark brown eyes. His face was like an angel, and I meant that as the truth. He literally looked like he just fell from heaven.

"Is he alright?" asked the stranger. Benedict snapped out of his gaze and looked away as Skandar panted. He stood up and wiped his eyes.

"Yeah, fine," Skandar muttered. I placed a hand over my mouth, letting a snicker out. He glared at me, darkly.

"Oh, good. My name is Thomas by the way. Are all of you headed to Daggory Island?" asked the stranger. I noticed that his British, a kind of dreamy tone with it.

"Yep. I'm Lock, and this is Benedict, Lydia and Skandar," Lock replied, smirking.

"Unusual names. I like them," Thomas said, grinning. "Pleased to meet you all….um, I can move objects with my mind. Is that weird enough?"

"I can see ghosts. I think mine is weirder," I laughed, slightly. Skandar gave me a look. He knew that I was starting to crush on this character named Thomas. This was great. Thomas smiled lightly, and then looked behind himself.

"Finally, we are going away from the dock. I heard the trip will take another hour," Thomas stated. Groans of annoyance passed through us. I couldn't wait another hour, I relaly couldn't.

"Oh come now, it's not that bad," Benedict whispered, who was the only one other than Thomas that dsidn't groan. Thomas nodded, in agreement.

"Yeah well," I whispered and turned to the dock. I placed my palms together and looked off at the sea. I heard Lock and Skandar whisper back and forth, before their voices disappeared. I judged that they went off downstairs. Already, I could tell that Lock was going to be a total bastard. Unlike Benedict, who seemed so sweet. I could live with these people though. They seemed fun, especially Thomas.