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 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. Until a dozen or so buff women on horses came galloping toward him. 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 black-haired woman, she called herself Diana, standing in front of him after wrapping a golden lasso around him didn't know that.

She clearly didn't trust him.

"Tell me how you got here!" She demanded, the lasso burning his skin and forcing the muscles in his throat to loosen. He gives the same answer.

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