The boat bobbed around, the waves lapping against it gently. Various people were getting tan and playing games, basking in the warmth of the sun.

John's nails dug into your skin, making small dots of blood appear as he clung to you for dear life. His expression was clearly one of anger towards you, obviously annoyed with you for convincing him to join this foolish trip.

"What if the boat sinks? What do I do?" John asked, the tension of his words palpable despite the softness of his voice.