Leaving/Marie/Suicide/Drowning/Just wait
From Create Your Own Story
You decide to wait for a little bit. Drowning is most likely unpleasant, and right now the warm sun and ocean breeze feels really nice on your bare skin. So you relax and enjoy it.
Somewhere along the line you fall asleep.
When you wake up, it's after dark. It's cold, but the cold isn't what woke you up.
There's another boat alongside yours, a small yacht, and a man climbing down into your boat.
"Um, hello?" You call to him.
He looks down at you. "Hey! You're alive. I was worried you were dead."
"That was the plan. Would you believe I took a nap instead?"
"Really? You were gonna kill yourself?" He asks. You nod. "Well. How about instead of doing that, you come with me on my yacht? If you still feel like going through with it, a yacht's as good as any other boat to dive off of."
You think it over for a second. "Fine. Untie me, please?" You say. He unties you and brings you and your boat aboard.
"Would you like a blanket or something? We don't have any extra clothes aboard, and it's cold out."
"Nah, I'm fine. The water will be colder anyway, right?" You say. "Who's we?"
"My friends and I. We go out into international waters to gamble." He says. "My name's Marcus, by the way. What's yours?"
"Marie. How far offshore are we now? I went far enough out I couldn't see the shore before I stopped." You ask.
"Well, you've drifted pretty far out. We're in international waters already." He responds. "In fact, if you want to join us, we're about to play some poker below deck."
"Sure, why not?" You say. He leads you below deck and introduces you to his friends Malcolm, Carl, and Ryu, all of whom openly ogle your naked form. Marcus is a rich white guy and dresses and acts like it. His friends may be as rich as he is, but it's difficult to tell.
Malcolm is a handsome young black man who wears fairly plain clothing, a white tee shirt and jeans. Carl looks rough, older than Marcus and Malcolm, and he wears a worn leather jacket over a wife beater and jeans. Ryu looks younger. He's Asian, and he wears a vest over a dress shirt and suit pants.
The game goes along and everybody has something to drink. Even you, though not enough to get drunk. They end the first game and everyone heads up on deck. The sun is rising.
They talk about starting another game, and Marcus turns to you. "So, Marie. Have you reconsidered committing suicide yet?" He asks. You shrug. "Well, the guys and I were going to start another game. Since you were thinking of killing yourself anyway, why not stay alive and whoever wins the next game gets to keep you as their slave?"
Everyone else seems to think this is a good idea.
Do you become the reward in a game of poker?
