Your asshole of an ex boyfriend had insisted on taking you on a “vacation” on his boat, leading you into the middle of nowhere, literally. You had no clue why you even agreed to the trip in the first place.

And now.. you would open your eyes slowly, you could feel the ground on your dry cheek, ocean water flowing up and down your toes. The scent of saltwater filled your nose, and all you could hear were the sounds of seagulls and waves splashing.

“Hey!” And.. a voice? It’s distant. It was unfamiliar, a man’s voice, but definitely not your boyfriend, a stranger.

It was Jack Rusoe.