Changing my name to TheEternalAssassin
Warning: This story will contain sex and rape.
The Queen's Gambit is sailing through a storm on the North China sea, booms of thunder and crackling bolts of lightning. Robert Queen is in the corridor of the yacht overlooking the weather monitor with a troubled expression.
He turns around when the door opens revealing Dave Hackett before closing the door and lowering his hood. "Storms a category two," informed Hackett. "The captain recommends we head back."
Robert briefly stares into the distance, "alright inform the crew," making his way down the hall with his bodyguard following.
"Are we in trouble?" The playboy asked.
"One of us is," Robert retorts
"Ollie?" Sara called exiting the bedroom her robe open before awkwardly covering herself seeing Robert. "Where do you keep the bottle opener on this thing?"
"I'll...I'll be there in a minute Sara," Oliver said as Robert looks down at the floor ashamed of Oliver following the same path as him, he wanted better for his son.
Sara disappears back through the door and Robert moves up to Oliver wrapping an arm around his shoulders and gently patting Oliver's chest. "You know son. That isn't going to end well for either them or you," speaking from experience before leaving for another area of the ship.
Oliver walks back into his room where Sara is waiting on the bed and Oliver fishes out a bottle opener, opening a bottle of white wine. Sara starts to count the gaps between the lightning strikes, "one, two, three…it's getting closer."
Oliver smiles with his back turned to Sara picking up his own glass and moving over to Sara, "that's not very scientific."
Sara looks at Oliver amused, "what you know about science mister Ivy League dropout?"
Oliver rests his glass on the table beside the bed sitting down on the mattress next to Sara. "I happen to know a lot about science. I know fermentation. I know biology," Oliver flirts looking up and down Sara's body as he speaks.
Oliver leans in for a kiss which Sara returns, "Laurel's going to kill me" Sara admits before taking a long swig from her glass, placing the glass down on a table closer.
"Your sister is never going to find out," Oliver believes, tackling Sara to the bed, "come here."
Sara laughs before looking around the room afraid as the lightning crackles closer, "ok that one was really close."
"Sara. We're going to be fine," Oliver reassures before the boat starts to tilt. Oliver and Sara are thrown across the room hitting the wooden door and leather armchair. Oliver groggily sits up and Sara slowly looks at Oliver over a table on its side. "Sara?" Sara reaches out for Oliver terrified as the boat breaks away, "Sara!" He screams as she's pulled underneath the water.
Oliver's head comes above the water frantically searching around, "SARA?! SARA?!"
"Oliver! Hackett calls out reaching out for him as Robert holds a flare up for light. Oliver swims over to the lifeboat and Hackett grabs him pulling him up, Robert swiftly throws away the flare before helping Hackett lift his son. In the lifeboat Oliver quickly glances around not spotting Sara, he crawls to the edge of the lifeboat trying to jump back into the water.
Robert holds Oliver back leaning in closer, "she's gone." Robert said firmly but not unkindly. His words about not ending well between Oliver and the Lance's become far worse than he could have imagined.
Hackett sets up a light above the life raft as Robert holds out an opened bottle of water. "Here son drink!" Oliver hugs himself and the bottle against him.
"What, you doing?! That's all we've got!" Dave Hackett exclaims.
Robert turns his head swiftly to his bodyguard, "if anyone's going to make it out of this, it's going to be him!" Hackett stares at Oliver with realisation colouring his face, he wasn't going to survive. Robert leans in closer to Oliver, "I'm so sorry. I thought I'd have more time," Robert confesses already coming to the conclusion that the boat was sabotaged. "I'm not the man you think I am—" isn't that the truth. "I didn't build our city. I failed it. And I wasn't the only one.
They have been drifting for what felt like weeks, daylight now brightens the sky. Hackett is sitting on the edge of the lifeboat with a knife resting loosely in his hand, leaning to his right exhausted.
Roberts pulls Oliver closer as he glances at his bodyguard's knife, "there's not enough for all of us," Robert confesses.
Oliver's eyes momentarily open, "save your strength"
Robert ignores him and continues, "you can survive this. Make it home. Make it better, right my wrongs. But you've got to live through this first." Robert feels around inside his pocket pulling out a brown book, "here. This is a list of everyone to my knowledge of who's wronged our city. Use it." Robert lightly shakes Oliver as his son's head sways side to side with exhaustion. "You hear me Ollie? You hear me son?"
Oliver looks up at his father's face, devastation still clouding his face from Sara's death. "Just rest dad." Robert stares at his son for a few moments, an idea forming in his mind.
"yep…" Robert whispers kissing the top of Oliver's head. Robert gently moves Oliver away from him, reaching inside his pocket as his eyes glance angry and stony between Hackett's face and the knife. The sound of a gun going off and a loud splash in the water has Oliver shooting upright.
"Dad?!" Oliver said, staring at his father, his eyes wide with shock and horror.
Robert looks at Oliver memorising his face as he braces himself, "survive," Robert said before resting the barrel against his temple killing himself.
"DAD!" Oliver screams as blood goes everywhere. Something Oliver will never forget. Oliver stares at his father's body for a while before covering up the body. The liferaft continues to drift.
Oliver hears the sound of birds chirping and looks up noticing an Island. Oliver groggily climbs over the side and pulls the lifeboat onto the shore. His clothes are destroyed and his legs muddy.
Leaving the life raft and his father Oliver goes off to find enough broken up wood to make a shelter. It takes a little while searching for wood around the beach not going too far away.
Coming back Oliver gathers the wood to make the shelter cover and binds the wood together with rope from the lifeboat. He carries everything to a rocky area below some trees, setting the cover and propping it up with a thick wooden pole he'd bound together.
Oliver exhaustedly climbs underneath laying down on the dirty ground drifts off to sleep or as much as he could without thinking of the past events.