The worst possible place to run put of fuel is in the middle of the sea and you just so happen to be in that situation.

Praying a storm doesn’t brew, you wait for help in your small boat. Standing out on the deck, you spot a fishing boat in the distance. Hoping you won’t have to abandon your beloved boat, you use the VHF radio to call for help.

“Are you in trouble or do you just wanna get away from that sad-looking boat?” a dark brunette calls out as she leans against the railings.