He had been a complete wreck that week. He and his men were both mentally and physically exhausted. Constantly on the seas traveling to look for any hint of his long lost beloved Ariel. They had been stranded out far from the shore and he had been resting by the mast exhausted with Max his faithful dog when suddenly the boat started rocking and before they knew it a storm had been upon them. The men were confused and in a moment of panic, chaos ensued and all hell broke loose. He shouted at the men to tie themselves to whatever they could but alas soon it was just him holding tightly to the mast with one hand and tightly to max with the other. Suddenly by his feet lightning struck splitting the very place he was standing on and the waves unbalanced him, sending him toppling into the depths. As soon as he fell into the water he looked around in panic for Max but to no avail. Suddenly he thought he had seen a glimpse of him something grabbed his ankle with a powerful grip. "Ahh!" He sort of shouted in the water. He squirmed trying to break free. He needed oxygen fast and he was slowly fading but he had to fight! He had to fight to live! The darkness bordered around his vision as he wriggled and pulled upon his leg trying to break free. As the darkness consumed his vision he thrashed in a last second attempt for survival. He blacked out unable to resist the  strong pull and he fell limp, his breath last breath giving way.<br/><br/>He came to with a burst of coughing fits as his lungs tried to expel the water inside of him. He coughed up some water his body almost falling forward but when he didn't fall much he realized that he had been bound by some chains to an x shaped post. "What the hell?" He said out loud in confusion "Wait am I alive? How?" He thought as he looked around madly. "Max? Max!" He called out in hopes that his dog would be around here somewhere...where ever this was. He hung his head exhausted and bitter with sadness. He shivered from the cold as he looked around the cold metal of the chains only adding a sense of heaviness to his limbs. He tried to move around but found that the chains didn't give him much leeway. "Fuck!" He yelled out loudly in frustration. He felt that the lives of his men and probably his dog as well was his fault and that he had led them to their deaths. The grim thought weighed upon his heart and saddened him deeply. He looked upon his situation and decided that this just wasn't a time to fret and that he had to get out of whatever...where this was. He inspected the chains and pulled upon them with all his might but alas the chains would not give and inch. He looked around for any clues, help, anything that might help him understand what was going on.