John Price, a well seasoned soldier and Captain of a whole SAS unit, has quite literally found himself up the creek without a paddle.

It's quite a sticky situation, a rather wet one too, to be honest. Price is in a rowing boat on a murky looking and rather big river, with no communication back to base. It's the trouble with electrics, they don't work very well after falling in water, and not wanting to risk electrocuting himself, Price hasn't tried to fix it.

He doesn't even know how he got here. The last thing the Captain remembers in going undercover at some rich guys party somewhere in Australia. The main mission was to gather intel secretly by managing to get into the room the party was in then sneaking off around the rest of the house and compound. Ghost and Soap were there too, Laswell had to make Ghost go along as John's 'plus one' and Ghost wanted Soap to go along as his plus one. It was like the whole team were going, apart from Gaz. He had to stay at base, still trembling with adrenaline after a scary helicopter incident on the last mission.

The party had been going great and John was actually starting to get into the groove and almost forgot what he was there for. Ghost and Soap had disappeared to fuck knows where and he was talking to the host of the party. Then his memory runs out because everything went black and he woke up on this Godforsaken boat and there are no oars.

He still had all his gear and immediately tried to call for backup or say a sit-rep but when he actually moved to press the 'talk' button, the boat had swayed. And John isn't used to tiny little rowing boats and sort of swayed with the boat and made the rocking worse until he went overboard. In fear of getting everything from the waist down bitten off by a crocodile or alligator, he had immediately climbed back into the boat.

Now he sits in the boat, shivering and feeling rather low with himself. The current is taking him downstream and the worst case scenario is that John ends up floating out to sea in a measly little rowing boat. John prays that it won't happen, not wanting to spend his dying days like Iggle bloody Piggle floating away in his little boat with his blanket.

While he drifts, he watches out for any driftwood nearby in the water that he could possibly use to steer or at least do something with. There's nothing. He would use his hand to steer but he swears he's seen an alligator somewhere around here, probably waiting for him to fall in again. He values each and every one of his fingers at this precise moment in time.

And it's not like he's near any banks too, he's right in the middle and this river looks as wide as a lake, there's not much chance that he'll hit an embankment.

After feeling sorry for himself for a little longer, John sheds his wet jacket and unstraps all his weighty gear, feeling a physical weight off of his shoulders. He's trying to think about what could have happened?

Maybe his drink was spiked, he's forgotten what exactly he was drinking. All his thoughts of the party are jumbled and not making much sense so John thinks it may well have been a drug of some sort that he's still suffering the after effects from.

The sun moves from near the horizon to further up in the sky, lighting up the world around John as the time passes. At least it's not nighttime, John is trying to find anything positive of this situation as he stares forlornly into the dirty water. At least he won't die of thirst, although with the way this water looks, he might die of a disease instead. What a way to go, alone on a sad little rowing boat.

Then he hears, no- feels a splash and a weight entering the boat. He very slowly turns his head around, not moving to wipe the drops from his cheek, to see what has entered his boat.

He gets so startled he almost falls back into the river. It's a bloody alligator! But, alligator person...?

"Jesus fucking Christ! What- How-"

It's safe to say that John Price is lost for words.

"Human..? Human crocodile. You're a bloody human alligator... Wait, you aren't going to eat me, right?"