‘And there, on the shores of Barbados, he finally understood. He was good on a Waverunner. Possibly great. But no matter how hard he practiced, how hard he drove, no one would pay to watch him compete. And thus, between Speightstown and Alleynes Bay, Sea-Factor was created, birthed, and destroyed. His empire was now crumbling. All that was left were the millions of dollars, seven mansions scattered around the globe, and countless gold-digging whores, begging to have sex for jewelry and fame. But he couldn’t help but wonder, what might have been…’