Things did not stay calm for too long. While they were eating, the Abigail began making some loud, odd noises. While they ate, everyone could hear Strand from the cockpit, cursing and banging on the controls. Naturally, everyone was curious. Madison was the first to approach. Jason listened carefully since the interaction was not that far away. The boat was damaged, probably from some of the bullets. Travis volunteered to take another look at things while everyone stayed on board. Just in case they had to leave quickly, Madison instructed Jason and Alicia to pack their things.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Travis realized that the bullets had damaged parts of the motor. There was no repairing the boat without technology and equipment they did not have. The yacht ended up just coasting down into an abandoned pier. They started in Los Angeles – Strand intended on taking them to Mexico, near Tijuana. They didn’t make it that far. They were now near San Diego, but in a smaller area called Chula Vista. They were just about as close to the border as they could possibly be. If they wanted to continue the trek to Mexico, it would be on foot, though it seemed like a good idea to find a house to hunker down in for the night.<br/><br/>Jason made sure all the essentials were packed, double checking that nothing was left over. Strand still wanted to get to Mexico, because he had a place lined up to stay. It was agreed upon that they would take it slow, find somewhere to stay for the night, and then see if Mexico was a better idea or not, depending on what they found. Before leaving, Jason found Alicia as their bags were still together in their room.<br/><br/>“Whatever happens, make sure you stick close to me, okay? We’re back on land now. Maybe we’ll find some place like you were talking about. I guess it’s good to get off the water, at least. Worst things could have happened.” Jason murmured, wondering how Alicia was feeling about this right now.