It was a dark and stormy night. The weather forecast had called for clear skies smooth sailing. Jack had counted on that when he had rented a boat and planned his fishing trip. But things had gone horribly wrong.
Jack had been a rising NFL star for the last few years when a knee injury had taken him out of the game. By most standards he was in amazing shape, easily one of the top two percent of athletes in the world, but the NFL was filled with the top one percent of athletes and as good as Jack was he no longer was good enough to play the game at the highest level.
Jack hadn't gone crazy with his money like a number of other players. He had invested it in stocks and lands and business, putting his education to work to create a VAST FINANCIAL EMPIRE!
Lol, no, he was doing ok. He had partial ownership of a few apartment buildings, a couple fast food restaurants, and owned some land he leased to a few commercial ventures. With the help of some financial advisors he had taken the millions of dollars he had made as an athlete and turned it into real assets with enough of a revenue stream that he could live off it, if he didn't do anything too stupid, like buy a Lamborghini or some other ridiculous and ostentatious purchase.
But was that all he wanted in life? To get a paycheck while he sat at home and masturbated his life away? Or did he want to do more? He was pushing thirty years old and was still in great shape. He was tempted to become a pro-wrestler, those guys could make money and he was already in the right shape for it. Or maybe go to Hollywood and become a villain. He had the body for it. And superhero movies were all the rage.
That's what the fishing trip was all about. He'd rented a sailboat, packed enough food for a few days and took some time to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. Or at least what his next step was.
And maybe catch a fish or two.
The first day had gone great. Three huge fish. Plenty of sun and Jack was working on a full body tan and maybe he drank too many beers, but it was a fishing trip after all. As the day ended Jack lowered the sails, he made himself a nice dinner on the gas grille, enjoyed a beer as he watched the sunset, and went to bed in the ship's cabin.
Jack woke up as the ship rolled. The ship was turning over and over and he was getting knocked around the cabin. There was a wild storm raging and a wave ripped the ship in half. Naked, Jack swam for his life, eventually spotting a lifesaver from the ship. Getting into the ring while a storm raged on wasn't easy, but Jack felt a small sense of relief when he did get into it.
The next day was him in the middle of the water, floating in a life saving tube. He spotted an island towards sunset and swam toward it all night long. He fell asleep from exhaustion, but the tide brought him to the island's shore, naked on the beach a life preserver around his chest.
He didn't know what awaited him when he awoke.
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OOC: Closed
Jack had been a rising NFL star for the last few years when a knee injury had taken him out of the game. By most standards he was in amazing shape, easily one of the top two percent of athletes in the world, but the NFL was filled with the top one percent of athletes and as good as Jack was he no longer was good enough to play the game at the highest level.
Jack hadn't gone crazy with his money like a number of other players. He had invested it in stocks and lands and business, putting his education to work to create a VAST FINANCIAL EMPIRE!
Lol, no, he was doing ok. He had partial ownership of a few apartment buildings, a couple fast food restaurants, and owned some land he leased to a few commercial ventures. With the help of some financial advisors he had taken the millions of dollars he had made as an athlete and turned it into real assets with enough of a revenue stream that he could live off it, if he didn't do anything too stupid, like buy a Lamborghini or some other ridiculous and ostentatious purchase.
But was that all he wanted in life? To get a paycheck while he sat at home and masturbated his life away? Or did he want to do more? He was pushing thirty years old and was still in great shape. He was tempted to become a pro-wrestler, those guys could make money and he was already in the right shape for it. Or maybe go to Hollywood and become a villain. He had the body for it. And superhero movies were all the rage.
That's what the fishing trip was all about. He'd rented a sailboat, packed enough food for a few days and took some time to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. Or at least what his next step was.
And maybe catch a fish or two.
The first day had gone great. Three huge fish. Plenty of sun and Jack was working on a full body tan and maybe he drank too many beers, but it was a fishing trip after all. As the day ended Jack lowered the sails, he made himself a nice dinner on the gas grille, enjoyed a beer as he watched the sunset, and went to bed in the ship's cabin.
Jack woke up as the ship rolled. The ship was turning over and over and he was getting knocked around the cabin. There was a wild storm raging and a wave ripped the ship in half. Naked, Jack swam for his life, eventually spotting a lifesaver from the ship. Getting into the ring while a storm raged on wasn't easy, but Jack felt a small sense of relief when he did get into it.
The next day was him in the middle of the water, floating in a life saving tube. He spotted an island towards sunset and swam toward it all night long. He fell asleep from exhaustion, but the tide brought him to the island's shore, naked on the beach a life preserver around his chest.
He didn't know what awaited him when he awoke.
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OOC: Closed