She awakes to the cool ocean breeze on her bare skin. Too sore to move, she tries to focus on the ceiling fan circling above her, but the hazy moving shape only makes her more nauseated. She feels the sheets beside her to check for Brian, and jolts upright when she realizes the entire bed is soaking wet. The boat was new, but the need for a morning re-cap with Brian was old hat. Questions like "What did I say?" and "What happened after the fifth glass of wine?" were just as much a part of their breakfast as eggs. "Brian?" she pitifully moans into the quiet morning, voice hoarse and barely audible. There is no answer. "Brian?" she calls again, this time a bit louder and more pleading. Still no answer. Naked, wet, alone, she is left to put together the events from the night before on her own. Dock. Margaritas. Wine. Lobster. More Margaritas. The events of the night started to trickle in out of order, and out of focus. She wraps a beach towel around her naked body, and stands on wobbly legs, swaying back and forth with the boat. It is eerily silent as she crawls up the stairs to the top deck to find Brian. "Brian?" she calls again. "Where are you? Ok, this isn't funny anymore." Still nothing. As her eyes adjust to the morning sun, she traces the horizon line. Nothing. She turns around slowly, and then more frantically in circles as she realizes there is no land as far as the eye can see. There is also no Brian. Margaritas. Wine. Lobster. She gasps as she sees the "slutty" tube top laying in the puddle of stagnate water, and remembers her argument with Brian before going ashore. Cruel and indignant, she remembers spending the entire evening at the bar making sure Brian knew that other men appreciated her tube top, even if he could not. Flashes of his disappointed face sitting alone at the bar during the wet t-shirt contest dizzy her and she grabs on to the mast to steady herself. "Oh good. You're up," an unfamiliar male voice from behind her booms. "I was just finishing cleaning up Brian's mess on the bow." She pulls the beach towel closer to her in an attempt to cover up for the stranger. "You didn't feel a need to cover up last night," he says in a playful manner. "Now let's get moving. LIke I said last night, we can be in Mexico by dinner." He throws a half empty bottle of bleach her way. "Now be sure to wipe down everything before we get to customs." She screams as she recognizes Brian's lifeless body slumped over some life jackets. The stranger calmly walks to her side, and puts an arm around her shoulder, "Come on! Cheer up. You wanted the attention. You wanted to be desired. You wanted the spectacle of two guys fighting for your affections. You got what you wanted. And I got what I wanted. To kill."