When our BVI yacht charter was caught in a storm, we thought we should head back to port. But for some reason, our hired captain insisted we continue on our course. After we washed to shore in our disabled and no longer sea-worthy boat but without a captain we found out that he was likely d.rug running. We have no idea where he was trying to get to or where we ended up. Our best guess is that we're somewhere of the coast of Venezuela.
Because the tiny beautiful Caribbean island has plentiful resources, we've survived pretty comfortably considering we're shipwreck victims. One night, after expending the last of the alcohol we'd saved, we all decided to open the cache of unmarked d.rug packs that the captain had hidden. We avoided the packages that were obviously coke or krokodil.
I happened to open what is now clearly an X-Change pack and must have taken a Compliant X-Tra. Someone made the off-hand suggestion that I should "enjoy it while it lasts because there's nothing [I] could do to stop what'll happen now," and because of that suggestion, I've done anything and everything asked of me. And I've loved it all! But even with Compliant affecting my behavior, inhibitions, and preferences… I still hate sand!
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