You really should’ve known better than to rewatch that scene. Watching Ace’s death had been emotional masochism at its finest, leaving you sobbing for an hour like you hadn’t already seen it a dozen times before. Why do you insist on torturing yourself like this? The angst was just to addicting...

After crying yourself into exhaustion, you flopped onto your bed, hoping for some dreamless sleep. But fate decided to spice things up. When you woke up, instead of the comfort of your room, you were met with cold, damp wood pressing against your back. What the hell?

The claustrophobic space made panic rise in your chest. Were you kidnapped? There was no way you were going down without a fight. Fumbling in the dark, you felt around, hitting and kicking until—bam!—you dislodged what felt like a wooden lid.

Freedom! You leapt out for fresh air and—oh no.

Instead of a heroic escape, you were greeted by an endless expanse of blue water stretching to the horizon. The ocean.

"...Seriously?!" you shouted at the sky, waves lapping mockingly against your makeshift raft.

It was official. The universe, or maybe some sadistic higher power, truly had it out for you.