Washed Ashore

It's the summer after graduation, and I've decided to treat a few friends to a celebratory cruise. Just me, the guys, and hopefully some hot babes stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean. But recently, the waves have gotten rougher, and the captain just warned us to stay in our cabins cause some sort of tropical storm is coming. Sounds like bullshit to me though. My pals decided to stay in the cabin, but it got too stuffy for my tastes, so I headed out for the deck.

Once I got out there, I noticed there was only one other passenger out, a short, curvy brunette in a green bikini that was obviously a size or two smaller than it should've been. I decided to test my luck and try to strike up a conversation, but as I approached her, the ship lurched forwards. I lost my balance and fell into a pile of folded chairs. I brushed myself off and watched as the mysterious girl rushed off down a hall, presumably to her room. Suddenly the wind picked up, strong enough to tilt the ship, causing a table to come sliding towards me. It collided with my mid-section, knocking the air out of me and I stumbled into the railing. Then, out of nowhere, one of the chairs from earlier came flying towards me. I tried to use my forearms as protection, but it was to no avail, as the mass sent me over the railing into the raging current beneath, and I was out like a light.