It all started with that stupid yacht.

God, I hate that yacht.

I really do.

Why, you ask? Because it ruined my life.

Yeah, a big hunk of metal with propellers ruined my life.

The life with a promising future; the whole shebang, I tell you – I had my entire new mission laid out for me.

And then, I was invited to cruise on that yacht.

I didn’t even want to go in the first place. But what did Diane do? She dragged me on that bloody yacht.

The one her new oh – so – precious husband had just bought.

Several other people had been invited too – in a nutshell, it was one of those big shot parties that everyone goes to just so they can be in the headlines the next morning.

How you’d like to interpret that statement is up to you.

But it still doesn’t change what happened, and what is going on.

I got into that yacht.

And now I’m stuck here, with a bunch of irritable, poncy, stuck up higher class idiots – including one that isn’t so irritable and poncy.

Welcome to my real life chaos.

Cheers!