The summer before the school year 2014 was going to be a good one, there had been a cruise sign up at the end of the school year and Brooke had been looking forward to it. She had begged her foster parents to let her sign up for it and they had after a month or so of begging. She stood on the deck of the ship waving to her parents, the ship was already loaded with all the students that had managed to get their parents to agree to the trip. 
The boat set off and Brooke took her things and went to her room, a week or so ago a program detailing the trip had arrived in the mail, once she went over it with her parents she pored over the information that was for her, telling her what room she was in and what was allotted for her to do while on the ship. She was in room 112, which was a quaint room, with a twin bed and a bathroom, a closet and a dresser. It was enough for her for the next week. She set her bag on the bed and started unpacking, once she was unpacked she put on some shorts and a tank top. 
Jhett was already in his room 123. Unpacked and ready to go. He laid on his bed for nothing better to do.

Two days into the trip:
A huge storm hit the pacific, knocking the boat off course, everyone had been advised to return to their rooms and not leave them. Suddenly there was a huge boom and the entire ship shuddered. Water rushed into the cabins. The ship had wrecked, many died in the crash but those few who managed to survive, ended up Stranded on a deserted island. No one knows where they are at.