I wave to the people on the other boat but they ignore me. I started yelling, then waved those light-up wands that air traffic controllers use to guide planes, but yet they still ignored me. I tried setting a fire to produce smoke signals, but then I was arrested for arson. I spent the rest of the trip in the brig and wasn't allowed out until shore.

We boarded the ferry and took a look in all directions, and much like the bear that went over the mountain, our intention was to see what we could see. It turns out that all that we could see was the same exact thing that we saw on the original trip to the island - bridges, downtown San Francisco and the island known as the Rock. Even though we've already seen all of these fantastic sights, it doesn't hurt to look one last time. By the time that I make it out here again, California may have fallen into the sea and all of these landmarks will have vanished.

After taking a page out of the Alcatraz handbook, I decided to attempt an escape. I was successful, and became the first person in the history of the Alcatraz ferry to escape from the boat prison cell. I could never have done it without my accomplice, the fabulous Jenny Reck. We smile for the camera, then disappear to never be seen again.

I've been trying to get this portion of Trip 2005 online for the past month or so. I often find myself watching The Rock for inspiration as I type. Since the movie kicks so much ass and has tons of explosions and one-liners, I get distracted very easily and cease typing. Soon I start getting into the movie until I realize that 136 minutes have gone by and the credits are rolling. By this time, I usually don't feel like typing anymore and I pop another Michael Bay movie (usually Armageddon) into the DVD player and I crank up the surround sound and try to piss off my neighbors. So far no one has complained, which means I'm not being loud enough. And now I'm typing useless information instead of working on the next page of Trip 2005. Sigh...

Jenny Reck then went wild. She figured that since she was behind the camera, the only way that she would appear in a picture would be to do what Dracula is incapable of doing - take a picture of her reflection. Jenny Reck 1, Dracula 0. Take that you blood-sucking beast. Jenny then took a picture of the faithful boatload who courageously made the trip out to Alcatraz on that hallowed day. I think some of those people were actually kind of upset that she took their picture. I think some of them were talking about forming a coup to overtake Jenny and steal the memory card and prevent this picture from ever seeing the light of day. Thankfully they are all lazy and just sat there.