text: [Themes: Children's, child protagonist, dinosaurs, male protagonist, kid-friendly]
  
  > Go downwards
  The hold's ceiling is frighteningly low, even for you. The space is cramped and hot, and the relentless, overpowering drone of the cutter's engine is almost unbearable here. The hold is mostly packed full of crates, probably containing supplies for the various Conservation Service camps in the Protected Lands. Near the stern there's a clear area with a pegboard mounted on the wall. The pegboard holds tools and supplies that the crew members use, and a ladder leads up.
  
  Your school backpack leans against against one the crates, looking out of place.
  
  > look at the backpack
  Aunt Janet gave you this at the beginning of the school year -- a cheap, nylon Camp Rock backpack more suited to the homeroom coat rack -- for a third grade girl, maybe -- than the Aotearoan bush. At least she tried.
  
  In the backpack are your acceptance letter, your passport, your lucky rabbit's foot, your photographs, and Aotearoa 4 Kids!.
  
  One of the crates shifts slightly, startling you.
  
  > examine Aotearoa
  Your teacher, Mrs. Casmer, gave you this reference book about Aotearoa when your acceptance letter came in. She was really proud of you. The book is huge -- at least 400 pages -- and covers everything from history and politics to geography and wildlife. You've probably read it all the way through five times by now, trying to prepare yourself for this trip. You leaf through the familiar pages a bit distractedly, refreshing your memory a bit about the requirements for getting a driver's license.
  
  The hot, humid atmosphere of the hold is almost overpowering.
  
  > look at the crates
  The wooden crates are stacked in rough order and held down with wide canvas straps. They come in several different sizes, but most appear to be cubes and measure around four or five feet on a side.
  
  > listen to the crates
  The low drone of the engine is surprisingly loud.
  
  The tools and equipment clatter as the cutter lurches a bit.
  
  > examine the photographs
  You pull out a picture of your Mom fussing over your hair on your first day of second grade. The memories return, sharp and clear. When Mom was still alive, she always knew how to make things right, stand you back up when you fell. Even when you broke your arm skateboarding she talked you into riding again...
  
  The hot, humid atmosphere of the hold is almost overpowering.
  
  > look at the letter
  A copy of the letter from the Aotearoa Conservation Service informing you that you've been selected for the Junior Fieldwork Program. Who knew writing an essay about "What Conservation Means to Me" would lead to this? Only 100 kids total per year from all over the world get chosen, and you were one of them! Of course, you're also the only one that missed his connecting flight and has to catch up with the rest, too...
  
  > look at tools
  Which do you mean, the 1) hyperbolic torsion spanner, the 2) small pipe wrench, the 3) large pipe wrench, the 4) crescent wrench, the 5) hacksaw, or the 6) electric drill?
  
  > Hyperbolic
  An obscure tool that you apparently overlooked in your earlier looting. You have no idea what it does.
  
  > take all
  hyperbolic torsion spanner: Taken.
  
  small pipe wrench: Taken.
  
  large pipe wrench: Taken.
  
  crescent wrench: Taken.
  
  hacksaw: Taken.
  
  electric drill: Taken.
  
  your acceptance letter: Taken.
  
  your passport: Taken.
  
  your lucky rabbit's foot: Taken.
  
  your photographs: Taken.
  
  Aotearoa 4 Kids!: Taken.
  
  The tools and equipment clatter as the cutter lurches a bit.
  
  > put all in the backpack
  Aotearoa 4 Kids!: Done.
  
  your photographs: Done.
  
  your lucky rabbit's foot: Done.
  
  your passport: Done.
  
  your acceptance letter: Done.
  
  electric drill: Done.
  
  hacksaw: Done.
  
  crescent wrench: Done.
  
  large pipe wrench: You can't fit any more tools in there without risking damage to the cheap nylon backpack.
  small pipe wrench: You can't fit any more tools in there without risking damage to the cheap nylon backpack.
  hyperbolic torsion spanner: You can't fit any more tools in there without risking damage to the cheap nylon backpack.
  seabird feather: Done.
  
  The hot, humid atmosphere of the hold is almost overpowering.
  
  > wear backpack
  You put on the backpack.
  
  > Up
  The stern of the cutter is well-organized and uncluttered; all of the stores and supplies are stashed below. The deck and guardrail are painted white, gleaming in the alternating patches of sun and shade as the cutter passes under the gathering clouds. A small door leads inside to the bridge, and a rectangular opening in the deck leads down a steep ladder into the hold.
  
  You fumble the tools around as you walk. They're so bulky that it's hard to keep hold of all of them at once, but you manage somehow.
  
  White seabirds pace the cutter for a while, then wheel away.
  
  > Go inside
  The cutter's small bridge looks like it also serves as a living room and smoking lounge. The ship's controls are laid out on a cluttered panel to forward, under a wide, grimy window. A low side table stands by the door, food trash surrounding an overflowing, smoldering ashtray. A few chairs are scattered around as well. A door leads outside and a ladder leads down into the crew quarters.
  
  The captain drums his fingers on the console.
  
  The captain turns and notices you holding the hyperbolic torsion spanner, and reaches to take it. "Thanks, son... Took you long enough, though. Now put the other ones back." He then turns and yells down the ladder to the lower deck.
  
  "Hey, mhunga wai! Here's the hyperbolic torsion spanner!" He tosses it down the ladder. You hear a yelp of pain, followed by a clatter as the tool falls to the deck. The captain mutters, shakes his head, and returns to work.
  
  The radio erupts with a quick burst of staticky conversation, which the captain ignores. You can't make out a single word.
  
  > Leave
  As you poke your head out the bridge door, you notice the clouds have thickened quickly -- it's now quite dark, except for brief, dim sparks of internal lightning that flicker deep within the clouds. Eruera pops his head up from the staircase. "Is that you, Tim? Hold on a second..." He looks down and waves someone on, then turns back to you. "Good! I think we are almost done here -- I will meet you on the prow when we are finished. That will keep you a bit more out of the way while we test whether the repair will hold under pressure." He vanishes back down the ladder.
  
  The captain checks the controls, then gives a grunt of apparent satisfaction.
  
  > Down
  The captain waves you back. "Don't go down there, kid! The men are cleaning up an oil leak. Very messy!"
  
  deck.
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying:
  a large pipe wrench
  a small pipe wrench
  a backpack (being worn, and open)
  a seabird feather
  a crescent wrench
  a hacksaw
  an electric drill
  your acceptance letter
  your passport
  your lucky rabbit's foot
  your photographs
  Aotearoa 4 Kids!
  
  A sudden beeping from the radar attracts the captain's attention. He glances at the screen for a moment, then clicks his tongue.
  
  > Go outside
  The stern of the cutter is well-organized and uncluttered; all of the stores and supplies are stashed below. The deck and guardrail are painted white, helping you to see them under the shade of the gathering storm clouds. A small door leads inside to the bridge, and a rectangular opening in the deck leads down a steep ladder into the hold.
  
  > Down
  The hold's ceiling is frighteningly low, even for you. The space is cramped and hot, and the relentless, overpowering drone of the cutter's engine is almost unbearable here. The hold is mostly packed full of crates, probably containing supplies for the various Conservation Service camps in the Protected Lands. Near the stern there's a clear area with a pegboard mounted on the wall. The pegboard holds tools and supplies that the crew members use, and a ladder leads up.
  
  > put the wrench on the pegboard
  Which do you mean, the 1) large pipe wrench, the 2) small pipe wrench, or the 3) crescent wrench?
  
  > 1
  (the large pipe wrench on the pegboard)
  You put the large pipe wrench on the pegboard.
  
  > put the small wrench on the pegboard
  You put the small pipe wrench on the pegboard.
  
  The tools and equipment clatter as the cutter lurches a bit.
  
  > Fore
  The cutter's hydrofoil brings the ship high out of the water -- high enough that there's very little spray. The wind whips past as the boat glides across the ocean off the coast to port. Gathering clouds dim the light, almost hiding the dark green bands of thick forest snaking along the coastline's inky beach and charcoal cliffs to port.
  
  You spend a couple of minutes looking out over the ocean, watching the waves rise as dim lightning glows in the depths of the stormclouds and distant booms of thunder shake the air. It's a breathtaking scene, and for a moment you don't notice Eruera pushing through the wind from aft to stand beside you. He watches the approaching storm in silence with you for a moment as the light dims. "It looks like quite an wh coming our way. Perhaps you should come back in to the bridge before it hits. I would hate for you to get soaked and miserable before we even get to camp."
  
  You consider it as the sky darkens further. It's not a bad idea. But as you start to agree, Eruera snaps his head up, startled by something in the distance to port, and cuts you off with a raised hand. "Tim, did you see..."
  
  Without warning, he seizes you in a powerful grip! In one smooth motion he wrenches you off of your feet and pitches you over the starboard railing, so quickly you don't even have time for a scream before you're tumbling towards the sea, arms pinwheeling. Just before you hit the water you catch a single brief glimpse of Eruera poised to leap, one hand on the railing and a wide-eyed look of panic on his face. Then you plunge into the ocean with a stinging jolt, seawater jetting up your nose and your limbs painfully forced into unnatural positions by the water's drag.
  
  As you tumble and slow, there's a terribly loud crash of thunder. You flounder, stunned, trying to remember your swimming survival lessons. By the time you orient yourself and manage to look around, it's all over. But everything has changed. The cutter is half-submerged and leaning way over on its side, a huge, ragged hole punched in its port side near the stern. Twisted pieces of deck and the remains of crates are strewn over the ocean, visible in brief peeks over the rolling waves.
  
  But even though the panic rises up and your breathing is shallow and fast, you know you have to stay afloat. You start paddling toward the ship, but before you can cover even half the distance it has sunk low in the water and you realize there's no point -- it will be gone before you can reach it.
  
  You tread water for a moment as you look around, thrashing your legs wildly to keep your head above water and continuing to force down the panic. It seems you've gotten turned around somehow -- which way was the coast?
  
  You are treading water alone in the ocean as a sudden summer storm drenches your face with sheets of rain. Lightning flashes and sledgehammers of thunder batter your ears as you try to get your bearings. The slightly acrid taste of engine oil mixed with seawater seeps into your mouth and makes you want to constantly spit; the bad taste and the floating debris are the only reminders that there was a ship with a living crew skimming over this water just minutes ago. The rise and fall of the ocean waves all around you limit how far you can see, and the storm blocks out the summer sun like an eclipse.
  
  In the confusion, you lose your grip on what you were holding, and everything is swept away in the fury of the storm. Even the backpack is lost, the cheap straps ripping away as you hit the water.
  
  > Swim
  To swim, you should specify to where you are swimming: SWIM TO BOAT or something similar.