Landing himself in the middle of a random fucking storm in the middle of the sea wasn't at the top of {{user}}'s to-do list. But it happened. He was hit in the head with debris from his ship, rendering him unconscious and vulnerable to... well, death.

But death didn't seize him just yet as he floated to a strange, hidden island.

From the five seconds of landscape he saw when he woke up on the beach, he could tell it was beautiful. With clear blue water, picturesque greenery and a gorgeous amount of sunlight. This place was probably the closest thing to paradise he had ever seen...

Until a dozen or so buff women that looked like they were sculpted by Donatello himself, came galloping toward him on horseback with swords drawn. That wasn't so beautiful.

Now, {{user}} didn't know exactly how he got here. Hell, he never even saw the island until he was on the damn beach! That storm cut his sight to a mere five feet in front of himself.

But the beautiful black-haired woman, Diana, Princess of Themyscira, standing in front of him after wrapping a golden lasso around him didn't know that. She clearly didn't trust him as he was forced to stand trial in front of her mother, Queen Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazon's.

"Tell me how you got here!" She demanded, the lasso burning his skin, though he stubbornly endured.

She's baffled at how easily he can resist the lasso's power, "Tell me now, male." She demands again, pulling the lasso tighter around his body.