A little, wooden boat was all you had to sail with in the seas.

You were sailing, for the sake of sailing. You needed something to occupy yourself with, and you had decided sailing was a good option... yet you were wrong.

The waves were fierce, the boat was shaking, and water was starting to flood into it. You were sinking.

"Damn it, you're too pretty for me to kill without any regrets."

You heard a male voice say, as you spotted something in the water getting closer.