"The future is not a river to carry us. It is the ocean in which we drown, if we are not prepared."
Ira was on a cruise ship, by himself with no family or friends. He thought he needed a break from the world that he lived in. Ira worked in a retail store on minimum wage, still living in his parents house he was able to save up every bit of money he earned. He woke up in his cabin from being thrown off of his bed. The boat rocking back and forth violently, caught in a vicious storm threatening to tear the boat entirely in half. Ira burst through his cabin door being thrown from wall to wall he was unable to gain stable footing. Nearly sliding down the hallway Ira tried to make his way to the life boats. He could see other passengers scrambling around trying to find family members and friends. But the boat started to sink and Ira couldn't see any life boats. The only thing he could do was jump of the side of the ship. And so he did. Only moments after being thrashed around in the water he blacked out. Ira woke up on the shore Chernarus with only minor wounds to the side of his head. From then on his story of survival continues.
STORY UPDATE: Ira's gone f***ing crazy