Having grown up in America and gone to high school and college in Washington State, Joseph is lackadaisical in conversation, by nature, and wants nothing more than to pop off a few sarcastic jokes at any opportunity he's met with. He's extremely vocal, even around strangers, and takes really criticism to heart. He's the kind of guy who would rather do something himself rather than relying on others to get it done, even going so far as to do things for those people because he thinks he can do a better job. He tends to look down on younger people, because he believes them to be incapable and inferior, but would do anything to make sure they survive; as long as he doesn't have to coddle them. He did well enough in school and finished near the the upper-middle of his graduating class, not the greatest by any means, but not really your average Joe. (That's a pun on his name) After his schooling was over he took his degree and began an apprenticeship with a cruise line company needing an a new upcoming electrical systems operator for one of their ships, the Costa Risacca. He began his apprenticeship and after a few years, earned a fixed position among the crew as the lead electrical system coordinator.
The ship started to take heavy rolls from side to side. The ship's heavy weather bill was already set and the machines were acting normally. The fluid level systems in the Ship's Generators were among the first systems to deviate from standard. The ship's roll was severe enough to cause the internal fluid to change position enough to cause alarm malfunctions and give improper readings on the machines. Things developed quickly from there. First the two port generators, two and four, experienced low oil level reading causing an automatic trip of the machine to prevent damage to the bearings. The bearings were never in danger of being damaged. Instead the ship now suffered from a massive reduction in electrical capabilities. Lights and other vital electrical systems such as main engine and rudder control remained online in order to control the ship. Joseph was the engineer in charge of overseeing electrical operations and immediately reacted as they had practiced on numerous occasions to prevent a complete loss of all electricity and also managed to align systems quickly enough to allow for some comfort loads to remain online, helping to keep the passengers aboard unaware as to the danger of the situation so the Captain could keep the crew calm as they hoped to regain control of the situation fairly quickly due to the problem being a systematic error rather than a total failure. Instead, disaster struck. It came suddenly as swiftly. Just as the operators were bringing the number four generator online, the ship took one massive roll and when the ship came crashing over with the waves, a steam pipe came loose from it's pipe-hangar and burst, filling the room with high pressure steam. All systems in the aft engine room were cut offline for safety and all personnel were ordered to evacuate via the escape trunk. Whether they made it out or not was unknown, but this had to remain in the back of Joseph's mind. He could only think about doing his job to save what he could of the plant. He aligned the ship's electrical system for minimum vital operation again, as per instruction for the situation. Next thing Joseph knew the only remaining loads were operating from number one generator and were barely keeping the steering gear, two main engines, meaning they were at half-propulsion, and the lights were the only thing keeping the passengers from being fully alerted to the developing situation below decks. Every possible combination of casualties had been practiced and executed to perfection, but nothing can stop the elements of reality from stepping in and toying with theory and practice, throwing you curveballs you could never expect or compensate for. It's Murphy's Law and it never fails to catch you off guard. What can happen will happen. And, oh boy, did it happen. The rudder control system failed catastrophically after being placed under too much stress a fire broke out in the steering gear room coming from the rudder control motors, disengaging the equipment from the electrical system, as well as locking up and seizing control of ship's steering due to total loss. About a half hour had passed since the initial casualty occurred and no one aboard could have been wiser to the danger at hand except for the few crew involved with navigation and engineering, who were busy containing the events unfolding. Everyone else was expected to carry on as normal under the current ship's operating bill. The damage, however, was done. The ship, assuming it would survive, wouldn't be fully operational for a few weeks until port could be reached and repair made in full. The cruise would be put on delay, but fate had other plans. After another hour of battling to keep the ship alive, the collision alarm rang. Joseph braced to his panel an squinted his eyes shut, waiting for the worst. The ship crashed about, tossing Joseph into a nearby panel and putting him in pain. He checked himself over and didn't have any injuries as far as he could tell, although his back hurt and he was still reeling from the pain. Immediately following collision a panicked report came over the announcing system alerting all operators and engineers to evacuate their space and abandon ship due to rapid flooding reported in the forward engine room, meaning an imminent loss of all remaining vital equipment and subsequent loss of the ship due to a complete lack of capability to control the losses any further. It was a hopeless cause. Joseph sprang from his position and flung open the hatch to his operating room's escape trunk, leading directly to the main deck. He climbed as quickly as he could and swung open the remaining hatch, climbing out into the main deck and closing the hatch behind himself to control flooding as he had been trained in a last ditch effort to save time for evacuation of the ship.
Not being amongst the crew assigned to deploy the lifeboats, he swiftly made his way to the outer deck near mid-ship and climbed the nearest available lifeboat he could find. Once the lifeboat was in the water, the boat began tossing about like a message bottle in surf amongst the harsh wind and huge waves. One good wave sent his head smashing over into the side of the lifeboat and knocked him unconscious.
When he awoke, there was nothing. Just him, a lifeboat, and an unfamiliar shore. This alarmed him as he'd heard of a disaster striking some of the nearby countries in some fashion, although he couldn't really believe the things, which he thought were rumors, that he'd been hearing. People attacking other people violently and even going as far as to killing when able. He needed to find out where he was and where he could go for help, so he began his search…