BP is the wind at your back and the sun on your face as you set sail upon the
sea of life. You smile as you breathe in deeply and the salt air, so filled with
promise, reaches your lungs. You stand tall and proud at the wheel of your
ship as your mind races with thoughts of the treasures and adventure that
lay ahead. Suddenly in the distance you spot the dark sky and angry waters
of an immense and evil storm. You are powerless to sail away from it.
As the wind tatters your sails you lose all ability to steer and you are now
at the mercy of the storm. The waves pound your ship breaking her to pieces
and sending you overboard into the icy water. You find yourself clinging
to a broken board that was once a part of your beautiful vessel.
You are cold and adrift you welcome death as you lose consciousness only
to awaken on the black sand of a dark and lifeless island. The evil storm still
taunts you and you are alone with little hope of rescue.