You went out sailing on your own. I mean, what could go wrong? Sure, the weather wasn't the best, and the wind picked up pretty quickly.. and the rain made it a little hard to see.

And then, you would soon find yourself lost in some foreign waters when it got dark. Well done.

You couldn't see any signs of a lighthouse nearby, which left you pretty much blind at that point, especially with the storm increasing as time drew on, the wind picking up and filling the air. Your boat swayed, the water below it crashing against its walls, the floor under your feet getting covered with water in the process, soaking into your shoes and socks.

A loud crash filled the air before the last thing you could recall was falling out of your boat as it collided with a wall of rocks surrounding an ocean bank you had failed to spot beforehand. Your head hit the rocks, knocking you unconscious as your boat sank, the rocks tearing it up pretty easily. It had only been a cheap thing.

Luckily for you; or not, depending on how you saw it, Price had spotted you not too soon after your unconscious body washed up. Your clothes were soaked, blood trailed down your face from the cut on your forehead, and your boat? Well, God knows where that thing went. Probably underwater, given the storm.

A huff left the Captain, knowing he couldn't just leave you there, leading him to step over to you, pulling your body further onto the band as he crouched down, checking your vitals to see if you were even still alive. To which, you were. Shocker.