Savage finds himself alone and abandoned. In the beginning, he was taken to a boat set on the shore. At first, it seemed nothing was the matter. Out of nowhere, he was knocked out cold and left alone on this vessel without a motor or a paddle. He was left adrift, no way of knowing where he was, just utterly alone. All he had was an empty boat. Everything was removed, the steering wheel, the propeller, any kind of med kit, everything except for the sail, moving him everywhere.
Day one, he looks to the sky and to the water, either by stress, nervous boredom, hope to find some way to contact someone, the reason didn't matter. He thought about jumping off the boat to catch any fish he saw, but he has no means of getting back on without damaging it, besides, he saw no fish at all, not even a krill. He imagines this to be a test now. Despite everything Spencer thought about him, he wouldn't just let him die out at sea, right? He goes to sleep, hungry and shivering.
Day three, Savage begins to feel sea sick, however, all attempts to empty his bowels fail with the lack of food, only stomach acid leaves him. He never left the mansion for so long before. He always felt the stable ground under his feet. The lack of food leaves him more emptied, nothing leaving him as he tries to relieve himself, he becomes thinner than ever, even sweat becomes a dream by now. The stress and fear grow with each moment, nothing to distract him from the torture of being alone. The only thing on his side is his body, which doesn't seem to burn under the sun, any damage simply peels off like dead skin. Night falls. He falls asleep again, far sooner than before. However, before this, he thought he saw his brother in the dark.
Day five, the damaged skin piles up, the only thing he has with him. He even begins to eat it in hopes of recycling any nutrients in it, but they're as dry as crackers, getting stuck in his teeth and absorbing any liquid in his mouth. Even if he could reach the water, he had no way of knowing if he could drink salt water. In the middle of the day, he sees seagulls flying over, landing on his boat to rest. Out of desperation, he tries to grab them, only to fail with just a hand full of feathers. Suddenly, he lets out a blood curdling scream in their direction, being so loud the birds actually fall. All but one regain composer and fly away as fast as possible. However, this one morsal floats away from the boat, his one chance for a meal and he fails even in success. The scream took everything out of him. He falls to the floor, passing out until the next day.
Day six, he sits in the feedle position, letting the tears fall, the only water that isn't salt filled. In this state, memories begin to flow. He sees nothing but his brother, the only thing he ever looks forward to. He always stood up for him, never letting him suffer alone. What is he to do now? What has happened to his brother? Why is this happening? In the end, it doesn't matter. He's close to blacking out, letting the darkness consume him. Let it just happen, let them get away with it. Let them live after this, unjustified, never to meet a similar fate.
