This is not a true story.
James was 17 and was always taking his boat out on the beach; even when he was suppose to have class. One Monday he when he went out he decided to take nap. ***PAUSE*** Let me remind you that this is the OCEAN, there are sharks, Loch Ness monsters, whirlpools, etc. and this guy wants have nap time. ***PLAY*** Everything was good, he dreamt of Casey, his crush, and him being alone on a island with the boat and their clothes washed away (guy stuff). All of sudden, a he is awaken by the rocking of the boat. He looks up and sees dark clouds; no beach, no boats, and definitely no Casey.
He doesn’t know what to do. He would paddle home, but he’s never been this far away from shore; He doesn’t know where home is. Not knowing if the wind has changed or not James decides to go against the current hoping it leads him home.
After about 15 or 20 minutes of him cursing to himself “Oh my God.. oh shit oh shit… dammit”, he pass a “shark warning” buoy. Now James knows where he is, but it far from where he wants. His mind goes out of control thinking “What if a shark bites off my arm? Will Casey date a guy with one arm?” and “Oh my God, what if it bites me in half?? I want to keep my dick!” After that very thought he feels movement under the boat, and it sure isn’t a guppy. Now whatever is down there is hitting him in different patterns, so he knows there are more than one. the boat starts rocking harder and he feels it start to flip so he closes his eyes and braces for impact.
He opens his eyes in complete panic and fear, feeling warm and wet. He looks around and see that he’s in his room and that his clothes spell like asparagus. He looks at his clock and sees that it is 4:07 am, Monday morning.
Yes! James is 17 years old and pissed the bed because he had a bad dream. Don’t Judge him, it’s not his fault that he drinks a lot of water. Well… I guess it is.