Yacht Shock!

Bobby intends to set-up Andreva but instead winds up tackling the cultist himself. The cultist trips over a pool noodle and cracks his head on the gunwale. Lights out for one more cultist.

In the lifeguard boat, Jaklyn attempts some self defense moves. Sadly she misjudges the weight and momentum of her bouncing bazongas and it throws her off balance enough for the cultist to push her off balance. Jak tumbles over the pilot's chair and bangs the funny bone of her dominant hand, making it go numb from elbow to fingertips.

Cassie leaps on the cultist she's engaged with, a bulky man with luckily throbbing veins. She injects her sleepy juice into a prominent one and he quickly slips into silent sleep.

Zara wields the speargun like a baseball bat and cracks a solid hit against the hooded cultist's temple. He staggers slightly but shakes his head and stalks toward her, arm outreached to snatch the gun from her hands!

Andreva and Zars work together to confuse the cultist long enough for Zara to obliterate his gonads with an explosive knee that sends him to the floor in unbelievable pain.

Over on the lifeguard boat, Jak is likewise assaulting a cultist's reproductive organs. For some unknown reason, perhaps that only Jak known, the modern speedboat for Sunset Hills Lifeguards has an old-timey spoke-style steering wheel. One of the spokes catches the man in the family jewels and he falls to his knees clutching what are most likely now shattered jewels. To add injury to injury, Cassie lobs a thick champaign bottle at the cultist's head. It connects with a solid clonk and he goes down into dreamland.

Bobby, seeing these others taking care of the aggressors, uses his extinguisher for its intended purpose and begins dousing the fire. It only takes a few moments to slather the control room with a thick layer of foam that extinguished the fire.

With the immediate threats dealt with, you all can hear the thumping music as well as a distant cry for help from below.