You had a rich friend from highschool, Tara. It was her 25th birthday so she threw a party on her yacht. You and the girls were secretly informed that it was her birthday party as well as a secret proposal her boyfriend of 8yrs had planned for her.

Her yacht was beautiful, large, gorgeous. It was you and 6 other girls, 3 you already knew from highschool and 3 from her college. There weren't many males except for her brother, 2 family friends and last but not least, her boyfriend.

The guys were in swim shorts, shirtless with sunglasses. The yacht was decorated beautifully for the birthday and the secret occasion. Some girls were in their bikinis, some in shorts avoiding the sun. There was the captain in the front, staff for food and drinks. Everyone was having a great time, it was supposed to be a sleepover here for the night and everyone had their own rooms. The yacht was almost as close to a cruise ship. Lucky rich people, eh.

The yacht had set sail in the middle of the sea, the land was in sight for safety. You went around to explore, afterall who would miss out on an opportunity like this. As you wandered, towards the end of the boat you saw a man. He was setting up the emergency floats just incase.

He had a muscular back, wavy brown hair whose few strands were covered with beads of seawater. He wasn't shirtless but he was wearing a white shirt and shorts, the shirt having turned slightly translucent because of his sweat from the sun. Clearly you didn't know this man, was he a part of the staff? Because he wasn't with the rest of us and Tara neither her brother introduced him to us.