GENRE: YA fantasy/steampunk
16-year-old Alison, stunt double for teen actress Pom, goes to Portugal to film on location and shipwrecks on Atlantis.
"Terrorists hijacked planes and flew them into the World Trade Center. Thousands of people died." Pom's voice started strong, but faded as she finished her sentence.
"And this disturbs you so?" he asked her.
"Well, yeah, it was a real tragedy for the US."
He leaned forward. "The US? That would be the United States, yes?"
"Look, what's going on here?"
"We've been fairly, well... isolated on our little island. We don't entertain visitors often."
"Island?" Pom raised an eyebrow. "Which island?"
The Captain cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders. "The isle of Atlantis."
"Ha ha, very funny," Pom said. "Is this a schtick you put on for the tourists? I've gotta say, you get a 10 for effort and set decoration, but can we borrow a phone now?"
The Captain sat perfectly still and studied his wineglass for a long moment.
"Ok, seriously? Jokes over." Pom waved her hand in front of the Captains face.
His eyes flashed up to hers and he stood up. He slammed his fist down onto the table, sending all of our cutlery into the air. "This is no laughing matter, I assure you."
"Ok, calm down," Pom said, almost to herself. She leaned back into her chair, her palms gripping the armrests.
"I will not be told what to do by a thieves, much less women. Take them away."
"Woah, wait, what?" Pom and I protested but were no match for the guardmen who grabbed us and hoisted us from the room.