Danny struggled against the waves as he swam the last few feet to the shore. His muscles ached but he pushed on, knowing that if he stopped he wouldn’t have the strength to start again. If that happened, the sea would claim him permanently. The nightmarish image of his corpse floating in the abyss gave him one final burst adrenalin and he soon found his fingers digging into the sand of the beach. Danny haled himself though the shallows until he was shore he was beyond the tides power to retake him. With that assurity, his strength ebbed away and it took a great effort to flip himself over onto his back. For a few moments he laid there, panting heavily, his muscles screaming in agony. Then a thought came unbidden to his blank mind. “The ring!” He quickly lifted his left hand up towards his face, his eye’s desperately trying to bring his ring finger into focus. When it did, he sighed with relief. The band of silver was still there. With that worry gone, Danny became aware of the water ebbing to and fro around his body. Forcing his body to move again, he sat up and looked out at the expanse of ocean that stretched out before him.<br/><br/>His eye made out the eternal blue desert that was the sea, spreading all the way to the horizon. He could make out rock, coral and less definable objects poking through surf but these were mostly covered. “Tide must be in” he thought to himself. That is the way he had always been, practical and detached. His wife had always commented on his ability to push all things aside and focus on what needed and he was going to need that ability more than ever if he hoped to see her again. He didn’t dwell on what had happened. It had and there was nothing he could do about it.<br/><br/>He looked at himself, a simple white shirt, tacky Hawaiian shorts and one sandal. All soaked though, a few bruises but no sign of blood or brakes thankfully. It was while he was examining himself that he heard a man’s voice. He looked over to his left and saw a man of African descent making his way towards the jungle. What was he doing?<br/><br/>Danny shakily got his feet, calling out to the man as he did so. “Hold up mate!” Once he was up right Danny waited a moment, making shore he’s body wouldn’t betray him as he tried to move. “What’s the rush!” he called again.<br/><br/>[Open for Interaction]