[ WP ] Walking along the beach , you find a message in a bottle . It 's clearly from somewhere else , but appears to be dated as being sent out yesterday .

I pulled something on the end of my line, whatever it was it was n't very heavy, but it was something at least. One more pull- `` Oh.'' 
 
 There was a bottle hanging on the end of my line, sealed with a cork hastily. 
 
 `` What the fuck... No way!'' 
 
 I was alone on the beach at the moment, no one was around. I slammed the bottle against a tree, the glass shattering away from me, as the paper fell to the ground. Picking it up, I hastily saw what it was. 
 
 *Help, our boat has wrecked. Captain dead, 2 survivors. * 
 
 I toss the paper away. I had my own problems. I looked back at the crashed plane, the wreckage still fresh from a few days ago.
