Chapter 1
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"We're gonna be fine." Oliver said, leaning down on top of the beautiful blonde beneath him, kissing her on the lips.
Suddenly, the ship, The Queen's Gambit, turned up, floating straight up in the water. Oliver and Sara were thrown backwards off the bed, into a chair in place at the back of their bedroom. Oliver had managed to catch Sara and pull her into him, holding her tight.
"Are you alright? Sara!" Oliver yelled, putting his hands on Sara's shoulders, shaking the half-nude blonde in an effort to keep her awake.
"Ollie! I'm fine! We need to get out of the ship!" Sara said, her eyes fluttering open. She didn't look fine with blood flowing down the side of her face, but Oliver agreed with her. They needed to get out of The Gambit.
They then both lunged, Sara first, through the shattered glass window next to them.
Thrown out into the sea, Oliver and Sara hung onto a wooden board from the ship and kicked with their feet away fron the sinking ship. Spotting a life raft, Oliver yelled to Sara and pointed towards the raft. As they got closer, they could see two shapes moving against a hanging lamp, as if desperatly searching the water with their eyes for anyone else. Soon they were spotted and called out to by the men, hands and voices beckoning them towards the raft. Getting as close as they dared, one of the men pulled Sara up into the raft as Oliver climbed up and over the side. Oliver, now on a semi-level surface, was able to identify the men. One was a boat hand that had worked on the Queen's Gambit. Oliver remembered his face from when he had gotten on board with Sara. Oliver never learned his name. The other figure was Oliver's father, Robert. He was trying to talk to them, but soon gave up realizing it was pointless in the howling wind, lashing rain, and booming thunder.
After nearly five days of floating adrift, the food suplies were almost gone with only half a bottle of water left.
"Son." Robert said, startling Oliver awake. Looking over at his father, Oliver saw a serious look on his face. "You must survive."
"Dad...what do you mean? We can all survive." Oliver asked. But what his father ment was soon explained to him as Robert pulled a small revolver out of his jacket and shot the other man, who had been sitting on the edge of the raft, in the chest, knocking him into the water. Robert then put the gun to his own head and, before muttering "Survive", shot himself in the head.
Awoken by the gunshots, Sara opened her eyes just in time to see the man sitting across from her shoot his brains out. Screaming loudly, Sara pushed her back against the side of the raft. Oliver then looked down at her and, with tears starting to stream down his face, wraped his arms around the half-naked girl.
Not a hour later Oliver looked up and saw a massive shape looming in the clouds in front of him. Shaking Sara awake, he started paddling with his hands towards the island. Sara saw what he was doing and followed in his example as best she could. But she was slow and sluggish wearing only a lace bra and panties, both very soggy and cold from the water.
About twenty minutes later filled with paddling, the raft landed on the sand shores of Lian Yu.
Once on the shore, Oliver and Sara stumbled out of the raft and fell, face-first, into the sand. As Oliver's eyes fluttered shut, he saw a form all dressed in green and carring a bow and quiver walking towards the two of them.
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