The man cocked his rifle and directed it at my chest. I was just about to pull out my gun when I felt a sharp pain in my torso. I was trying to see where the man was, but ended up seeing nothing but my own blood...

"Joey, Joey," said a mysterious voice. I opened my eyes with a struggle.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You were shaking and sweating like crazy. And saying something like, 'No, please don't shoot me!' and stuff like that," said Steve.

"Uh," I groaned as I turned over and belched on Steve's shoes.

"Hey!" screamed Steve, "Those are my new Nike Air shoes!"

"where are we anyways?" I asked.

"We're waiting for our ship to get ready, duh!"

I nearly forgot. Both Steve and I were taking a cruise to Iceland.

"The Great White is to departure to Iceland!" shouted the P.A.

"That's our cue!" I shouted in excitement, "Iceland, here we come!"

"Toilet, here I come..." I groaned as I fumbled my way down the aisles of the ship.

"I told you not to eat too much food and then run around like a lunatic!" shouted Steve. "People these days," he mumbled, "what they do for attention."

"Passengers, we are just 1 hour away from reaching Iceland," said the P.A, "would all passengers please stay seated for the next hour."

"I hope they have a built in toilet in each seat," I said nervously, "because I feel another load coming on."

"Don't worry Joey, just keep thinking about-," he was cut short by a violent shake.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Evacuate! Evacuate! We've just hit an iceberg! Evacuate! Evacuate!" shouted the P.A. And in the blink of an eye, everyone was up on their feet and running towards the lifeboats at the sides of the ship.

"Come on Joey! Let's get out of here!" shouted Steve. I ran as fast as I could, while dodging all of the flying furniture coming towards me. I huffed and puffed as I ran up the platform of the ship, which was becoming more and more vertical with each passing second. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw several tables tumbling towards Steve.

"Steve!" I shouted, "Watch out!" But it was too late. By the time Steve had turned around and faced me, the tables had already collided into him and sent him rolling down the platform. "Steve! No!" I shouted as I watched him being sucked down into the water. I stood there, helplessly, just staring after him. And then I remembered that I had to get out of this ship, or else I'd end up like Steve. So I jumped for my last chance at life. I grabbed a pole and held on fast. And then in a flash, my legs pushed me off of the pole and I splashed in the water. I surfaced, and watched as The Great White slowly sank into the unknown secrets of the Waterworld...