Hello, welcome to the newest chapter of An Odd Tale. The plot of Hollow City is here, finally! And, as a final note, as always, don't forget to check out MadameMorphine, who is a great source of ideas!

They all kept rowing, past birds and fishermen and all sorts of different things. They all rowed in three little boats, heading for the mainland of Wales. Wales in question was barely visible, a faraway blob somewhere in the distance. They rowed past the lighthouse, the same one where Millard was shot and Miss Peregrine was rescued.

They rowed past all the other things that the little town of Cairnholm had to offer and with it all the things that the old version of Frisk's hometown had as well. Soon, it was just them and the water.

A plane flew past, catching the eye of a few as they looked up. The world was new to them now, with time finally moving forward again. And they were all alone, in just three small boats.

The rowing was easy at first and the boats moved through the water with ease. Bronwyn took up most of the work in the boat that consisted of herself, Olive, and Frisk. While Olive tried her best to help, her attempts were both impeded because she couldn't row without pushing herself up into the air.

She stopped very early on, which left Bronwyn and Frisk.

At one point in the rowing, Horace called out to Emma to ask her how close they were to the mainland shore. Emma looked down at her map and studied it intensely for a few moments.

"Four miles," she replied, but her voice gave away that even she was becoming unsure.

Then Millard turned her map around, and there was another brief pause.

"...Five miles," Emma corrected.

This hit everyone rather hard, and their spirits drooped like an old wilting flower.

"Five miles?" Chara repeated. "That's impossible! How are we supposed to make it five miles like this?"

"I wish the weather could be less rude," Bronwyn replied.

As if by magic, the weather heard Bronwyn's snide remark and prepared its vengeance. Like a sudden, sharp turn, the weather went from chilly but pleasant to very scary. The sea began to shake and the waves rose up and up until they couldn't see each others' boats anymore. And when things go up, they go down. Down, powerfully on several small weak boats with some children and teenagers and wounded people.

Bronwyn's boat was tipped over with ease and caught Frisk by surprise as they were submerged under water. They could swim, yes, but it didn't do much against powerful waves that churned luggage into the depths with ease. They continued to struggle and thrash underneath the water, occasionally they would reach the surface and gasp wildly for air.

Chara tried to lift Frisk up, but the waves easily crashed through the ghost's weak form. For what could have been one minute or ten minutes, Frisk was tossed around aimlessly in the water until they felt something light, but sturdy.

The boat, yes, this was the boat! Or at least, one of the boats. With relief, Frisk gripped onto it and pulled themselves above the water again. Breathing was very nice.

And as they looked around from their new shelter, they saw Bronwyn. She hadn't been lost out in the waves after all.

Frisk was relieved but still tightly held on to the benches of the boat. After all, aside from Bronwyn, this was all Frisk had between them and a ferocious sea.

Then, Frisk heard voices. Jacob called out to someone, a reply followed by more replies. Through the violent waves, it was impossible to make out what was being said.

Then there was a wooden thud against the boat. More voices, they were still hard to understand.

Or, at least it was hard for Frisk to understand, because Bronwyn smashed a hole in the boat, She continued until the hole was large enough for someone to fit through, and then took Frisk in one arm. Then, she pulled herself through as the others helped her onto one of the less holey rowboats.

The other rowboat wasn't as fortunate, and it sunk into the water until it was too far down to be seen.

Frisk and Bronwyn climbed onto Enoch and Horace's boat. But something was missing... Olive!

Olive was missing!

"Olive!" Bronwyn yelled. "Where's Olive?"

From the sea, there was a rope!

"Over there!" One of the children cried.

They rowed their boats over to the rope quickly, and just as quickly, reeled the rope down. And at the end of the rope, was Olive! The other end of the rope was deep in the water. Otherwise, she surely would've been lost forever in the skies

"You saved me!" Olive replied as she hugged Bronwyn's legs.

"It ain't over yet," Bronwyn replied as she stared into the sea.

And it truly wasn't. Try as they might, even with the sea being much less violent, they could hardly row one more time. The storm had exhausted them, and they weren't even halfway to the mainland yet.

Frisk, similarly, felt quite weak. Their arms felt like jelly, even though they hadn't rowed as much as the others. Their head was heavy and had a dull pain. Their clothes were wet, and they waited for the air to dry them.

Chara offered support in the best way they could manage: slightly snarky comments.

"Come on, Frisky Bits, we haven't died- not yet at least. Being tired is better than drowning, right?"

Emma was still trying to spur hope in everyone, hope that they would make it out of this alive.

"We'll rest awhile," She spoke encouragingly, trying to get her slightly queasy comrades up and at them. "We'll just rest and then bail out the boats, and we'll wait until the fog clears up. We'll be rested, and then we can make it to the mainland safe and sound."

"Fog like this can stay for days," Enoch replied. "If we wait until dark, we'll be sitting ducks that the wights will be happy to shoot."

"And we'll be without water," Horace added glumly.

"And food," Millard added in a similarly glum tone.

"I saw it!" Olive suddenly cried out, unable to contain herself.

"Saw what, exactly?" Emma asked.

"The mainland, I saw it when I was up in the air! I can show you where it is."

"That means we're almost there," Chara said. "Right? We've almost made it."

"Lotta luck that does us. We must've made a dozen circles since you were up there. We'd be facing the wrong direction five times over," Enoch commented.

"Then reel me up again and I can show you," Olive demanded.

"What if the rope snaps? You'd be lost forever," Emma said concernedly.

"I don't want us to be lost at sea. Reel me up, please," Olive said as she crossed her arms defiantly.

"Alright, you brave little girl," Bronwyn said. "Up you go."

And they reeled her up, all their hopes leaned up on one little girl suspended in the skies.

That's the end, at least for now. Hopefully the next chapter should be sooner, now that my schedule isn't as chaotic. See ya next time!