Tall, a head full of bright blonde hair and bright dazzling blue eyes, the american college student definitely stuck out from the crowd as he ambled of the hostel with a curious awe struck look on his face and gaping pearly white grin of tourist.  Howbeit this american tourist hadn't merely come to the UK on holiday... he was on a mission of sorts.  Jack, the young aspiring linguist, and meteorologist had done sort school project where he set free a hundreds of weather balloons from all over the country in America, each with multiple different languages and return postage stamps. He got many letters back, from all around  the world... but the one that stuck out to him the most was from London... hand written, with the most beautiful calligraphy...responding back in... Not English, not french, or spanish, or italian! But Latin!<br/><br/>Intrigued, Jack wrote back in kind... this happened over and over again... until finally they exchanged emails, then phone numbers.<br/><br/>Finally he couldn't stand it anymore he had to go see her! On school break, he flew to London, and then next day, with stack of hand written letters in his hand... all written in beautiful latin letters he took to the city streets to meet up a designated cafe...<br/><br/>She was beautiful! She was smart, she was educated... everything he had imagined and much, much more!<br/><br/>It was a like a faery tale!  She was a british reporter and... and...and... and then men with the black SUVs, and guns stormed into the Cafe.<br/><br/>One thing led to another, he was quickly handcuffed, a black sack as pulled over his head and he was hauled off!  After hours of interrogating, he soon realized that the woman... had not been a reporter, but rather a princess! And they had wanted to know how he gotten in contact with her, what his intentions where.  Naturally after some explaining things became less tense... all he needed to was tell her good-bye never see, or talk to her again and the whole thing would be forgotten... as it would be a disaster if the princess was found a with some yankee.<br/><br/>Naturally they both quickly agreed... or rather they both lied, and then immediately starting sending letters back to one another... their forbidden love only grew stronger... until finally they decided they would escape together and meet in France!<br/><br/>Unfortunately the second, Jack stepped out of the air port in France, somebody came up from behind him, but before he turn to fight, he was tranquilized and stuffed into a vehicle!<br/>-------<br/><br/>-THE ISLAND-<br/><br/>Jack<br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/jrY6foa.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Hours or days later he really wasn't quite sure, he groggily awoke to the sound of waves lapping against the beach! He half expected to tossed into the ocean, only it was then he realized he was on dry land...he pulled off the sack off his head, and he glanced around in a panic. He wasn't alone, he expected to see his captors about to bury him, but instead he saw 9 others all looking lost, lethargic and as confused as he was! He glanced about, several of the other captives had gathered around a woman holding a note card.<br/><br/>While Jack had yet to see it, One person mentioned this sounded like reality survivor TV Show... Jack grimaced. He knew who ever had brought him here, did not intend for him to make it back... it was more like a saw horror film than some cheesy celeb survivor TV show.<br/><br/>Jack kept a low profile, and ebbed away from the group, but instead of going into the forest he ventured toward the water... the water was surprisingly temperate...perhaps they were in the Mediterranean he pondered. Not that it mattered, he'd drown if or worse wind up in north africa and killed or thrown into prison their if he took off right then... presuming he he was correct. Besides all of that dying of exposure was perhaps just was worse any sort of wacky maze business the sick bastards had thought up on the the death island!<br/><br/>As much as he wanted to go with the group, he knew if he wanted to get out alive he had to go unnoticed! and he had to break the rules of their sick game!<br/>______<br/><br/>He lay still, in the water...hidden behind rock in shallows... waiting... waiting... and then! yes... there it was. The horrible, horrible crescendo of screams!  The idiots shouldn't have ever left the beach!<br/><br/>The morning sun began to slowly rise... warming him... his heart beat rapidly, his bright blue eyes peered behind the grey round stone... it was then began picking out the tiny little glitter of the hidden camera lenses as the bright sunrise came from his back. Taking advantage he knew the bright sunlight directly in view of the lens would likely block the vision, keeping a low profile, Jack quickly swam over to secluded enclave steep rocky out cropping. Where a lot of flotsam and jetsam had collected, things he was quite certain he could use... like the glass bear bottle bottle he washed out and used to gather up fresh water run off.  Further into the narrow enclave he found a private little lagoon that tidal pool.  And as luck would have it, washed up on the shore was A 28 foot classic yacht... well most of it anyway. For the most part it had been destroyed! the bottom gutted out... but it was a treasure trove of supplies.<br/><br/>Jack found a knife and even some fishing gear and some canned food!   As much as he wanted to use the canned food up he knew long term it was best to save it for emergences.<br/><br/>Taking his soaking wet jeans off, he set them other to dry on a rock along with his long sleeve button up collared black shirt to dry out in the rising sun he spent the day fishing... after a few hours he put on his dry clothes, and took his successful!  a fish feast over to cave near the fresh water waterfall and did his best to conceal his little camp with an empty metal oil barrel and drift wood.<br/><br/>Not wanting to send up smoke signals to advertise his location, he waited until nightfall to make a well sheltered fire to cook his fish... a well deserved and hard won wondered tasty meal!   He hoped it would not be his last! he wondered if he had gotten away! if he had fooled his kidnappers!  Thus far he hadn't seen any cameras on this side of the island... it wasn't exactly the easiest place to get to... unless swimming of course, the cliffs were quite steep all around.... whom ever was hunting or looking for him would either have to be a very skilled climber... or come after him from the water... which... from the looks of the recked sailboat there was most likely a reef and or treacherous rocks ready and waiting to rip out the bottom another boat that came too close... he was quite confident he was safe... so he thought... at least thats what he told himself when he closed his eyes and leaned back against the smooth flat rock, doing his best to get comfortable.<br/><br/>The small yellow flames of his cooking fire glowed against his jawline and cheek bones....warming him making him drowsy.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/Yt17L8o.jpg">[ img ]</a>