Lizzie squeezed Gordo's hand and squealed with delight. "Oh my God! We have to rent a boat!" She wistfully looked over at the kayak stand in front of her. Gordo groaned.

"Are you sure that's what you want to do?" His eyes darted nervously towards the dark clouds that loomed above them. "It looks like the weather might get pretty bad." The clouds had been there all day, and as much as he hoped they would disappear, the situation didn't seem to be improving. Lizzie poked out her bottom lip and looked up at him with sad puppy dog eyes.

"Pleeeease?" Gordo hesitated. "Don't be scared, Gordo. Nothing will happen to us! We're on vacation and we have to have fun!" Lizzie pointed over to the bar in the pool. "We can go have a few drinks to loosen you up, and then we'll rent a boat, just paddle out to the island, and come back." She brushed her lips seductively against his. "It'll be romantic," she said in a sexy voice. Laughing, Gordo nodded his head.

"Okay," he agreed. "You win again, McGuire." Lizzie smiled satisfactorily and trotted off towards the bar. She slid into one of the stools and smiled at the bartender.

"2 sex on the beach shots," she said. "Actually, make mine a double." The bartender prepared their drinks and set the shot glasses in front of them.

"Sex on the beach?" Gordo asked. He wondered if the drinks had any special significance…

"Gordo! Take it!" Lizzie was watching him eagerly. Gordo tossed back the shot and grinned.

"Excelente!" he exclaimed, as Lizzie ordered herself a double tequila sunrise shot. "We should probably get going if you want to rent a kayak," Gordo remarked. He didn't think Lizzie really needed any more alcohol.

"Yay! This is going to be so fun!" Lizzie jumped up, stumbling. "Vamonos!" she exclaimed. Gordo put some money on the bar as a tip and followed Lizzie to the kayak stand. The clouds were getting closer and darker, and rain had started to fall.

"Lizzie, I really don't know if this is a good idea," he said. He saw the disappointment in Lizzie's face.

"We'll be fine! They wouldn't let us go out if it wasn't going to be safe," she said drunkenly. "Right….. Consuelo?" She laughed as she read the booth employee's name tag.

"Si," he agreed. Lizzie grinned triumphantly as she filled out the paperwork. She and Gordo dragged their kayak to the water and got in. As they paddled out into the ocean, the crystal clear water allowed them to see sting rays and shells on the surface beneath them. Rain drops danced along the surface, creating patterns that Lizzie watched with amusement.

"God, this is beautiful," Lizzie murmured as they approached the island. Gordo looked up, startled, as a loud clap of thunder boomed through the sky. Their boat shook from the vibration.

"Holy shit. We really need to go back," he said. He started to turn the boat around as thunder continued to roll through the sky, which was now a deep, dark gray color. A flash of lightning temporarily blinded him, and he wiped rain from his face, shielding his eyes with one hand and steering with the other. The water was getting very choppy, with large, violent waves crashing against the side of their boat. He looked towards the shore. It was at least half a mile away. There was no way they could make it.

"I'm going to dock on the island," he shouted to Lizzie, who looked frightened. Suddenly, their boat was overturned by a wave. Gordo cried out as he was flung from the kayak and into the water. When he came to the surface again, he looked for Lizzie. Where was she! Suddenly he saw the overturned kayak, with Lizzie underneath it. Gordo felt a surge of terror as he swam towards her, struggling against the current. Lizzie appeared to be struggling with something. As he got closer, he saw that her leg had become entangled in the rope used to dock the boats. Gordo grabbed her and started to furiously work with the rope. He felt Lizzie go unconscious.

"Fuck!" Gordo yelled. He took a deep breath and plunged his head underwater, using his teeth in an attempt to gnaw through it. He knew that every second was crucial. Coming up for air, he yelled in pain as his head slammed into the rim of the boad. He spit out a mouthful of water, took a deep breath, and then went back under. When he finally freed Lizzie, he lifted her to the surface and stared at her limp body. Gordo used all of his strength to swim to the shore of the island, where he flung Lizzie onto the sand. He pressed two fingers gently to her neck. She had a pulse. Gordo lowered his cheek to her face. Lizzie definitely wasn't breathing. Remembering his CPR skills from Lifeguard training, he kneeled over her and began to breathe for her. "Breathe, dammit!" he cried in frustration. Thoughts raced through his head. I never should have agreed to this…. I was the sober one… if Lizzie dies it will be my fault. Gordo started to sob as he stared helplessly at Lizzie's lifeless body. Running his hands through his hair in frustration, he was shocked to find blood on his palms. Only then did he realize that he had a wound on the back of his head. He had forgotten about slamming his head into the boat just minutes earlier. The pain started to worsen. Get control of yourself, he pleaded with himself. You're just psyching yourself out. It can't be that bad. Lizzie needs you right now. He started to breathe for Lizzie again, but was gripped by a blinding pain. He started to feel nauseous and dizzy. He thought he saw Lizzie stir on the sand. Had the CPR worked? Suddenly, everything went black as Gordo passed out.