The sky was clear and the sun was high, gazing down over the world. It seemed to have a particular smile on the ocean this afternoon towards a small yacht, handsomely rented by one of the many young adults that infested it. The deck was littered with beer cans and liquor bottles, while clothing garments were strung about all three levels. One thing their initial host forgot to rent along with the vessel was a maid. Though even with the nonsense and blatant disregard for common courtesy, they continued to enjoy themselves.<br/>Aboard the lovely 155 foot Equaphina - known best for her conservative fuel apparatus - were an assortment of characters strewn about the boat. Their pseudo host was a proper young man, no afraid to cut loose, but often quiet and suitable from his families upbringing. He sat quietly along the plush couch hugging the bow, resting his arm along the 'back' with focused eye. He felt the wind head on as he gazed into the horizon, with nothing to see but open ocean. His icy blue locks occasionally inhibited his similar pale orbs, but it never bothered him as the ruckus behind blathered on.<br/>Among the partying cluster was another "high-born" heiress, clad in barely anything but the lime green, striped bikini, showing off her fresh tan with her golden blonde hair bound high in a pony tail. With the<span style="font-style: italic">twinkling</span>name of Sabrina, she was all over her newest 'fish' since being rejected by her first choice, someone of "lesser" status, yet fond and familiar with this crowd. Johnston was a strong, brown haired young man, who could do well for a cut on his shaggy style, despite it going with the beachy look that had taken form. In this small circle were a few less guys to the ratio of ladies that traipsed around the deck (not to mention the angled windows) in their patches of bathing suits, bound by string - many accented by gold hoops and bobbles.<br/>Hiding below, in the lowest most compartment of this yacht were the deviant pair that had wriggled they're way in with their friends, despite not being pre-scheduled on the guest list. No one could really blame them. Several days in and they spent most of the afternoons down in the dark with nothing but each other to cover their nethers. Why they insisted on coming was anybodies guess. But outside the drinkers, partiers, and sex fiends was a single girl who remained a long time friend of the host. Her soft brown hair sat over her shoulder lightly, catching the bit of sun that shown through the tinted windows. Her eyes scanned the words of her book, catching the skin of everyone outside here and there, leading her to unconsciously reset the sleeve falling from her shoulder. Her shorts were bound below her, firmly buttoned over the royal blue bikini she had let the other girls convince her to wear. The laid back aspects of her demeanor set her apart from the others, yet she was always the kind of girl who other's were drawn to.<br/><br/>With the wind picking up, the Captain deemed it necessary to slow the boats speed, and let them cruise at a gentler pace, back to being careless. His first mate insisted they had closer to the mainland, but he refused in hopes of opening the eyes of these young kids, keeping them far from civilization and providing he adventure they asked for.<br/>"Knight, come dance with me!" Natalie whined, practically collapsing over his thigh.<br/>He turned his translucent eyes to her with a small smile, shaking his head for the third time.<br/>"Why do you just sit here all afternoon, come party with us."<br/>"I think our definitions of party are a bit different Nat."<br/>His voice was deep and mellow, his eye gliding around to see the others, messing around and telling the most awful stories. Why did they insist of telling their drunken storied as they drank? Just to make more? He shook his head lightly, smiling wider to the boozy breathing red head.<br/>"Look look look you guys! It's a shark!" Sabrina called out.<br/>She jumped from Johnston's back, carefully setting down her drink before darting to the edge, careful so as not to slide off the railing-less level.<br/>"Is it a great white?"<br/>Natalie followed suit, pushing off Knight's shoulder but without though to rest her peach paradise pizzazz before looking.<br/>"Nah, it's too small." Brody chuckled.<br/>"It's likely a Carcharhinidae falcifomis, commonly named for its uniquely smooth texture of skin compared to other species lingering in the pelagic zone. They aren't easily aggravated but they do enjoy something new to eat." The young man grinned.<br/>Everyone stopped and looked at one another, before looking back to the knowledgeable young man with his slender bifocals.<br/>"Con-nerd, we have all had massive amounts of alcohol already, and even without, we wouldn't understand what the hell you just said. Sooo...?"<br/>He rolled his eyes, clapping his anatomy book shut and sitting up as Knight intervened,<br/>"A silky shark guys - roughly the size of a tiger shark, but usually a little smaller that live more commonly in the open ocean, as opposed to closer to shore like bull sharks and great whites."<br/>"See, now how is it you're both wickedly smart, but Knight - you're so much better looking." Sabrina purred, almost sarcastically.<br/>Conner shriveled his lips a bit, turning back around in his chair as Layla slithered away from the group, her brunette curls falling over one shoulder as she slid over Conner's knee.<br/>"He's not so bad, especially without his glasses." Layla cooed.<br/>Her hands cradled his face, lifting his glasses over his eyes by the back and leaning seductively in to kiss him, her loose, off the shoulder blouse pressing it's sheer fabric to his impressively toned chest. His eyes lingered open for a moment before registering he was<span style="font-style: italic">actually</span>able to kiss her back, making it rather difficult to hide his... surprise, in the polyester of his swimming trunks.<br/>"Oh my gosh, it's so pretty."<br/>"Careful Sabrina wouldn't want to - get eaten!"<br/>She shreaked as his strong hands jerked her forward, threatening to throw her in. Her fussy, fearful squealing continued, rewarding his shenanigans with a firm punch to his chest.<br/>"You're an asshole!"<br/>"Oh come on babe, I was just messing with ya. I wouldn't never feed you to the sharks."<br/>They all began poking and prodding, aggravating each other as to who might go in first. Knight's attention began to wander again, looking up and around for a few missing friends.<br/><br/>Back in the control room of the bridge, the Captain took a swig of his tea, regulating temperatures along the port side.<br/>"Captain, how far out are we from the nearest land mass?" the skinny co-captain asked faintly.<br/>"Look at the longitudes Patrick, you know how to read them."<br/>"Yeah, so what is that?" he said pointing ahead.<br/>The captain stepped forward, squinting his elderly eyes a bit at the darker mass forming in the horizon.<br/>"Oh that's just the cloud cover. We are well into the afternoon."<br/>"I didn't think we were expecting any storm weather."<br/>"Nothing too serious I'm sure. A little wind never hurt."<br/>Patrick looked forward once more, concern taking over his brow as he wasn't all to convinced it was nothing but the weather and fading daylight, yet nothing was registered in their system.