Ashore (prologue)

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Hundreds of miles in to the ocean, there a was storm. It was big. One of the biggest storms seen in the century, really. And in the midst of the storm, there was a cruise ship. All the passengers, but one was safely inside. 

"Sir! Come back inside! Its not safe out there!" A security guard yelled. 

The man paid the guard no heed. The man's face was flushed, and it was obvious to see that the man was drunk. 

The wind suddenly grew strong, knocking the boat sideways. 

"Ack!"

*PLUNK*

With a shout, the man was knocked overboard. He fell straight into the sea below, the guard looking helplessly at the sight. Not willing to put his life at risk, the guard reluctantly told himself that he was not to blame, and the drunk man only got himself to blame for falling off. 

Meanwhile, the man that fell off drifted off, left to the mercies off the ocean, in to the whims of the storm. 

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