He could taste the overwhelming salty brine filling his mouth, suddenly he was fighting to the urge to vomit. It was at this moment that Simon Garrett came to the realization that he was still alive. He had survived the crash. Washed ashore somewhere. He tried to open is water beaten, swollen eyes, but saw nothing but darkness. Using the last remaining bit of strength he could muster from his drained body he drug himself up out of the surf and collapsed. Tonight he would sleep like he had not slept in years.

No, sleeping pills to guide him restlessly to hideous dreams. Tonight in a living breathing actual nightmare he found sleep.

Simon, was twenty-nine and recently divorced. He had actually come home one afternoon to find his then wife Jillian in the throws of passion with her lanky tribal tattooed yoga instructor. He was of course angry, but he wasn't heartbroken. He didn't love Jillian, at least he wasn't in love with Jillian. They enjoyed spending time together and up until that point Simon had no intentions of ending the marriage. He had no desire to get back in the dating world, and despite the lack of a deeper emotional connection things were great between the two of them. That is until yogi incident. And that twisted fornication had been the catalyst in the divorce. It went fairly smoothly, no fighting, no passion, it was dull. Like most of his life.

Until now.

Simon awoke at some point during the next day, the sun was beating down on him and he suddenly was aware of an unnatural prickly feeling all over his body. It was as if thousands of tiny sharpened fingernails were jabbing at his skin. He leapt up from the sand in a momentary realization of panic and disgust. He was covered in hundreds of fiddler crabs as they tried to pick at his open wounds and tear at the dead skin. He tore one away from his lip that was still holding on from trying to lap up the pooling blood at his split lip. He could hold it back no longer, Simon's gut ushered forth a puddle of seawater and bile and he heaved until his his abdomen was sore to the point where it hurt to breathe. He wiped tears from his eyes and the filth from his face and finally took a look around at his new home.

He wished only for a second for a swift and sudden death before he pulled himself together and realized today was the day he had waited for his whole life. The opportunity for life. He would be a survivor. He was the only survivor. He was at home in the middle of the ocean, lost on a trip no one knew he was on. The truth was no one knew he was gone. Simon had the unfortunate chance to start over. Simon Garrett was king of a new land. An honest to God explorer.

Simon Garrett was marooned.