[ WP ] To keep up with challenges by mortals , Death must master every new game that comes up . But there 's one game that he just ca n't figure out for the death of him .

Shortly after his boat disappeared under the water, Scott began to ponder his situation, “ This is just fucking great, just my damn luck. The one time I go out this far alone my boat would have an electrical fire and sink. Now I am stranded with no help within fifty miles and not even a life vest. I would have never guessed that I would die by drowning, but it looks like that's how I am going out. I really ca n't believe that I am actually staying calm and not panicking. ” 
 
 Off in the distance Scott sees a figure that looks like a person swimming toward him, but he can not wrap his mind around the fact that there is another person out here that is doomed to the same fate as him. 
 
 `` Hey, hey, over here!'' Scott shouted as he waved and arm over his head. It definitely was a person swimming toward him. Maybe he was hallucinating and there either was n't anyone there or it was actually a shark swimming to its next meal. 
 
 As the figure grew closer Scott could definitely make out that it was a person swimming, was he wearing a black hooded robe? Kind of a strange outfit for boating he thought. 
 
 “ Hey, how did you get out here? ” Scott asked as the figure drew in almost to with reach. 
 
 The figure stopped swimming and began treading water, “ I swam, what the hell did it look like I was doing! ” It replied as it pulled back it's hood to reveal the pale face of death. “ I fucking hate it when you idiots decide to drown way out in the middle of the ocean like this. Like I do n't have shit else to do besides swim to your asses. ” 
 
 “ Holy shit, you are real? ” Scott said treading away from his new companion. 
 
 “ Yes, I am real, ” Death sighed. “ Look can we get over with? I have a long swim back and I have an appointment that I really need to make. The only thing I like about ocean drowning is you mortals ca n't waste my precious time trying to win your life by challenging me to a game. ” 
 
 “ Wait, what? I can challenge you to a game for my life, ” Scott asked. 
 
 “ Yes, but it's not like we have access to any games out here, so, lets just get this process started. ” 
 
 Scott's mind began racing while he contemplated this new information. After, what was probably only several seconds, but felt like an hour to both Scott and Death, Scott shouted, “ I GOT IT! Death, I challenge you to a game of Marco Polo! ” 
 
 “ Are you fucking kidding me, man? You have got to be kidding! ” 
 
 “ Nope, your rules, my game. Now close your eyes, well, your empty eye sockets, and count to ten. I assume you know the rules? ” 
 
 “ Damn it! Yes, I know the fucking rules, ” Death replied as he pulled his hood back up and down over his face and began counting. 
 
 Scott dove under the water and began swimming to not make a splashing noise. He came back to the surface about twenty yards from Death just as he yelled out his first Marco. 
 
 “ Polo, ” Scott answered, but his mind was racing trying to figure out how to win. If he could n't leave the water he was going to drown eventually anyway, so, what was the point of playing. The only way to win is to not be caught and the only way to not be caught was if Death could n't find him. If he dove down and just kept swimming until he could n't go any further he would n't be able to answer Death's calls of Marco. 
 
 “ Marco! ” 
 
 “ Polo! ” 
 
 Scott made up his mind and dove under and swam as hard as he could until he could n't anymore. His body ran out of oxygen and he began floating away. He did n't seem to be quite dead though, his mind was still functioning because death could n't complete the job. 
 
 Back up on the surface Death was still shouting Marco over and over. Since it was in his rules that a game must be seen through to the end, he would spend the rest of eternity floating in the ocean longing to hear that one word, Polo.
