Nate Stone was ready for a vacation. He had just finished directing what he hoped would be another Hollywood blockbuster. A long weekend on an isolated South Pacific island for him and his crew sounded like a perfect three days. Nate also needed some time for self-reflection. He knew he was drinking too much. His wife, actress Laura Stone, was still a beautiful, talented woman, but it had been a long time since they had any kind of real marriage. As always, he also didn't know, really, if his film was going to be a hit or a flop. Worse yet, he had no idea for his next movie. "I just need something to wake me up...in life," he told Captain Sterling, the owner of the yacht he'd hired to bring his crew to this perfect little island. He was about to get his wish.