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As much as he hated the sun, Delbert was still trying to work out why he agreed to go on a cruise. It was a huge piece of junk in the middle of water?! Water?! Of all places, as of which Delbert wasn’t that fond of water either. Speaking of which, why was Delbert looking at water? Like, it was right in front of him? Shouldn’t the stuff be surrounding him? What the…hell?! Glancing to either side of himself Delbert soon realized he was sitting on what appeared to be sand, rather than the cruise itself. That clearly wasn’t right. Speaking of which, how did he manage to get on an island? Where exactly was Delbert? And, the people? Shakily getting to his feet, though feeling quite drowned to say the least, Delbert began walking along the sandy shore while occasionally glancing over to the sea in a rather nervous manner.

“If I had stayed home, I would still be at home.” He muttered with slight hatred towards himself, though none of what happened was his fault. Or was it? Delbert was suffering from slight amnesia, but he wasn’t that powerful enough to sink a cruise. No way, or maybe? In his dreams. Then his thoughts wandered as of whether anyone else had survived, and where about they were. Hopefully Akio had managed to stay alive, then he’d have someone rather than no one. Though would dieing alone be so bad? Shaking his head Delbert continued on his way. Now wasn’t the time to be pondering about possible suicides or fatal deaths at sea. “Why the hell did this happen to me?! I’m perfect?! A princess?! My roses, they’ll die without me?! My kitty, the world will be lost without me?!”

Sulking the pretend-to-be-princess strolled along the beach, if it could be called that. There was no people? No deckchairs? No escape back to civilization? Delbert was simply stuck. But then, at that moment he could vaguely here voices. Was he going mad?! No, wait. The voices weren’t in his head, thankfully. For a moment he stood hesitantly, wondering whether to find the sources of such voices. What if the people were crazy? Savages? …Murders?! Then again, by the looks of his situation, Delbert was going to die on this island anyway. Shrugging he carried on walking in search of hopefully sane people, or at least some cruise survivors. Akio too. Where the hell was everyone?!

Out of his pocket Delbert pulled out his small greatly adored kitty key ring, swinging it round with one finger, mostly to amuse himself. “…So much for bringing good luck, mind you I am alive. But what for?” He ask himself aloud, sighing.