Most Dangerous Game

He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided… Rainsford awoke, frightened, but was soothed by the calming sounds of the waves crashing into either side of the yacht. Rainsford, confused, yelled out “What on earth?” He stood up, and got a little light headed since he had just woken up. The boat was rocking viciously to the left and to the right, which caused Rainsford to stumble, and almost crash down the steps going to the upper deck. He rushed as quickly as he could up the creaking wooden steps without falling, searching for Whitney. As he slipped across the deck, he almost plunged overboard, however, Whitney was standing behind him, and pulled him back, to ensure that Rainsford would not tumble over the side of the yacht. “Rainsford?

After roughly ten minutes, Rainsford went to search for Whitney. He rounded the corner and traveled up the second enclosed stairwell. He glanced to the bow and he found Whitney doing-surprisingly-the same as he had been just a minute before.
“Whitney? You said that we are going hunting in Rio?” Rainsford had a brilliant idea, but he knew that Whitney would be very angry, for it would go against all of Whitney’s and his previous beliefs.
“Yes sir. We’re only about twenty miles off the coast of Brazil. We should arrive by tomorrow’s daybreak.” The sun was setting, and left a beautiful assortment of sensational colors-ranging from hot pink to radiant purple-behind in its trail. “I’ve got an idea.” Rainsford mumbled, he was sure that Whitney would despise his idea and shoot him down. “How about if we discard our hunting trip and just go there for the culture and for fun?” Whitney chuckled, assuming Rainsford was not serious. “You’re kidding, right? You are aware that you ae a notorious hunter, correct? It is your life work, you can’t just drop it.” Whitney was extremely disappointed in what Rainsford had just proposed to him. “Where did you even get this berserk idea