They say your choices define your future. That, in life, are different roads you can follow. Some of them bring success, others happiness, others turn you into a complete loser. But sometimes you don't have a choice; everything is against all you ever dreamed, all the plans you once had, everything is so damn wrong.

What can you do when you're not prepared to deal with it? When all of it comes crushing down and you can't survive; and you can't make it on your own? What are you going to do when you reach your limit? Everyone's gotta a limit, right?

I don't know how it happened, but suddenly I was running for my life. All that stuff that only happens on movies were happening to me, except for a big difference, this is no Hollywood. This is real life. The hero on the big screen will be fine, the end of the movie will be happy, and the audience will be signing because of such a romantic story. And that's probably not going to happen to me, if I survive until next week I'll be lucky. But one can dream right? Not "can " I need to dream, because my dreams give me hope. They give me perspective. They give me something to hold on to. They're my refugee. They make me dumb. They make me believe that that everything is going to be okay, even though they're not.

I should know better…

But I still dream.

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God how I hate humanity… Everyone is so apathetic and selfish and… I'm a fucking hypocrite, because I'm just like them, or at least I used to be. Not anymore though. And I'm going mad, because any of this is making sense. I need to focus. Damn.

Anyway, I basically split people in two categories:

(A)The people who know me and are hunting me down, and (B) the people who don't know me – That been the rest of the world.

(A)Those who know me and want me dead. And (B) the rest of the world, who have no idea who I am, so you know… They don't really care. Let me carry this further…

Now you ask me… Why the people who want me dead, want me dead? Well… I wish I could answer that. I know just as much as you do… Yeah. Nothing...

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Okay Maybe I know a little, but nothing all that relevant. All I know is that my father is an oil tycoon and… I honestly don't believe that anymore, given that he's currently in jail… Federal Prison in US to be more specific. And that single fact, proves that he's not who he says he is, and that he spent my whole life lying to me. He's someone who hides big, nasty, scary secrets. Secrets that I'm almost afraid to discover, almost. I'm too curious to not know.

Now if you ask me why this people are hunting me… People who I don't have a clue who they are… That's the part where I'm completely oblivious about. Maybe the government, maybe just… you know, bad people. Maybe is something bigger that is trying to punish me for the mistakes of another life… Nah... I don't believe that. But I'm definitely believe that I'm paying for the sins of someone else, for shit I didn't do. And that sucks.

I'm currently in a ship in the middle of the Pacific, safe…. For now. But soon I'll be landing somewhere and I just know, they will be waiting for me.

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These sailors are bastards, sadists, evil pirates (is there good pirates?) criminals, whatever you call them, they're the scum of the earth. But right now they're saving my life and I can't afford to be picky. Ironic, huh? The kind of individuals most people would stay away from, are keeping me alive.

The ship is called Irene Demova; I asked the captain why he said "A tribute to my favorite porn star." How flattering. Coming from the guy named Nigel Bloodgut. Seriously, that cannot be his real name. Can it? Nobody names a person that. But my thoughts were interrupted as soon as we both ( me and the captain) heard a commotion at the main deck. The captain ( who didn't have a stilt, or a parrot, or an eye-patch, for that matter) ran to see what was that all about.

"Buccaneers!" As soon as they heard the voice of the captain, the sailors withdrew, leaving only two of them left. The bigger man was suffocating the skinny one with his large hands , but when he saw Bloodgut he backed way. "Ahoy, matey. Would you care to explain why are you choking this lovely man to death?" The man showed pure fear in his eyes. Both of them, actually.

"He stole from me captain."

"Is that so? What exactly?"

"My compass." Said the bigger man.

"Check his pockets, bucko." It wasn't long before the bigger man found his object.

"Let me see this." The man handed his compass to the captain who evaluated the object with his eyes. "Looks like we have a thief on board, do you know what we do with thieves, bucko?" The question was directed to the skinny man who shook his head as a no. Bloodgut revealed his yellow teeth with a wicked smile and screamed. "Sailors, Blow the man down!"

Before I could see the other pirates "Blowing the man down" Bloodgut dragged me away from them and the owner of the compass came after us.

"Sr. Thank you for regaining my compass back, can I have it now?"

"Are you a captain, my good man?"

"No sir."

"Than, why do you need a compass?"

"Uh..."

"That's what I thought. The right answer is: No, I don't need a compass because I'm not the one guiding this FUCKING ship." The captain smirked ay the shocked face of the sailor. "Go back to your work bucko, I'll take care of you compass."

"Yes, sir." The man walked away with his head down.

"Sorry, for the language my dear." Bloodgut apologized to me.

"No problem… So… What happened to the other sailor?"

"The skinny one? Oh, he's probably fish food by now."

"Oh."

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Captain Bloodgut was staring at the round window from his ship compartment. I don't know if he noticed me standing next to door looking at him. He was a young man, couldn't be over 35. Despite the beard and occasional yellow teeth, he was quite a handsome man, with dark green eyes and a short brown hair, strong arms, broad shoulders and callused hands.

"Can I ask you why you're helping me?" The captain didn't seem surprised with my question and didn't avert his eyes from the window.

"Let's just say I owned some favors." He responded nonchalantly.

"That's all you're going to tell me?"

"I'm helping you, can't you leave it at that?" He turned to me with an annoyed glace. "You really don't remember me. Do you?"

"What?"

"Do you remember me?"

"I think I would remember if a Nigel Bloodgut walked into my life." He surprised me with a laugh, a silent and reserved laugh.

"I'm William."

"Sorry, I don't remember you, but is nice to meet you, anyway."

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I spent 15 days in that god-forsaken ship. Most of the times staring at the ocean. Sometimes talking to the captain, no one else seemed to be civilized, and he was a incredible smart man. I asked myself why someone that intelligent would pick this kind of career. Then I realized.

It's all about choice. Too bad I didn't have one.

My name is Vivian, and I need help.

Otherwise, I won't survive.

I know that this chapter has no connection with the first... but you did see the title right? Be patient, I'm getting there...