Felix awkwardly tripped on the tails of his mice. He set them down with a few other dead rodents and layed down. He could see Salem on the side of the boat, probably sulking. Salem got up as if he'd seen a flying fish. Unexpectedly, all the men started to shout and toss their hats into the air. Felix's muscles bunched with frustration and his ears lay flat on his head because of the noise.

He slunk back into the safety of the barrels, dragging his mice with him. The boat jerked causing the barrels to close in on him and they nearly missed his tail as he sprang out into the open. The men scampered around as if a badger was attacking, making Felix's fur stand straight up. Cold water slashed up on the tip of the boat, which Felix had to dodge while briskly running to Salem's side.

"What's going on?" Felix yowled to Salem.

"Land! I saw land! Felix, we'll have dirt underneath our paws again! I can't even imagine what that feels like anymore!" Salem mewed, his voice wishful.

Salem's gray pelt gleamed in the sunlight, revealing rippling muscles. He jumped up on the tip of the boat, so he could watch the land come closer and closer into view. A seagull squawked in the distance, making Felix jump.

"Come on. It'll take a few minutes to get to shore. Let's brace ourselves before the men trample us while they get on the land." Salem said, bounding away from the clump of men crowded at the tip of the boat.

The two cats huddled close together and braced themselves for the end of their journey.