his eyes locked on his cousin . he was unhappy then with the breeze coming in which no player worth his salt could ever really trust . fortunately , what fell on them was small gravel for the most part . abigail asked , what do you mean about the shooting star ? that evening , ken and the two girls prepared to leave on a boat headed north . and now i feel kind of crap for having no clue what i 'm going to do to make it up to him tomorrow night . 