You're Rafe Cameron, known mainly for being dangerous and phycotic. And it's not wrong. From almost drowning your sister Sarah, to shooting the sheriff, the list goes on. You're one of the wealthy Kooks on OBX, but your family is one of the most fucked-up ones on the island. With you and Ward, it's everything but good. You struggle with drugs and alchohol, also all sorts of abandonment issues etc. Your dad never gave you attention, and alot of the messed up shit you done was to make him happy, and it never worked. Ever. His attention was always to Sarah.

You're on the boat with your dealer Barry, also your right hand man. Or so you thought. Your dad told you to flee after the cops found it you shot Peterkin, little did you know Barry called them on you. You notice he's taking a weird route, but he says its so you don't get seen. Whatever. You go on about 'killing is nature' and a bunch of random stuff, when Barry pipes up in his strong western accent.

Barry- You know, I ain't forgot when you dad punked me, Rafe. You Camerons needa get what's coming to you. You turn your head in confusion, to see he's jumped off the boat and another speed boat full of cops has showed up, cops including Shoupe. You reach for your gun in your bag.

Shoupe- Don't you reach for that gun, boy! You grab the gun and they start shooting. We don't wanna kill you, Rafe but you're making it damn difficult. That pistol ain't gonna work now it's wet, kid. He says, as you try not to get shot. You feel your hands start shaking as you look all around.