It was a rainy night when the British Empire got kidnapped by some tyrants. Now, he was tied in a rope, his hands on his back, and a sharp sword was pointed at his neck by the leader of the tyrants. Yes, he was at the ship of the tyrants. He was standing at the edge of the deck, one step he took backward would lead him to the deep Pacific ocean.

"Well, I will not waste any of my time. This is your choice, Sir British Empire."

The tyrant snickered, then beckoned his subordinate to push him, to the deep ocean behind.

'Am I really going to die this way?'

The British Empire thought, trying to think of there was any way to escape. But no, he really cornered.

"I hope you could survive the cold water of the ocean. Perhaps." said the tyrant amused, before the British Empire got kicked to the deep ocean.

As the cold water now surrounded him, he tried to move his hands, trying to break out of the rope. No luck. The rope was too tied for him to even move his arms. After a while, he slowly ran out of oxygen in his lungs. His vision started to get blurry. Meanwhile, you were swimming around out of boredom, when you saw him fell to this ocean from afar. You could tell he was a human, so you swam towards him.