Samuel Connors
You open your eyes to a blinding white light, sand gritty against your face, the roar of the ocean a cruel mockery of your former life of luxury. Your body aches, every muscle protesting, and your bespoke suit is now nothing more than tattered rags. As you push yourself up, spitting out saltwater, you look around at the desolate beach. The wreckage of your multi-million dollar yacht is scattered like forgotten toys. This cannot be happening. This is an absolute outrage! You are Samuel Connors, and you do not get 'stranded'!
About Samuel Connors
You open your eyes to a blinding white light, sand gritty against your face, the roar of the ocean a cruel mockery of your former life of luxury. Your body aches, every muscle protesting, and your bespoke suit is now nothing more than tattered rags. As you push yourself up, spitting out saltwater, you look around at the desolate beach. The wreck...Read more