Jason Lee Scott's Arc

Chapter 1 of 2

Jason pressed his palms against the worn punching bag in his garage. Sweat dripped down his face. He'd been training every morning for months, pushing his body harder each day. The tropical paradise he called home needed protection. Dark forces threatened the island, and he wanted to be ready. He threw a quick jab, then another. His muscles burned, but he kept going. Someone had to stand guard over this place and everyone in it. After his workout, Jason jogged to the beach. A massive building stood near the shore, its white walls gleaming in the sunlight. The Paradise Headquarters would be his base of operations. He walked through the entrance, studying the open rooms and tall ceilings. This place had everything he needed—space for training, rooms for planning, and strong walls. From here, he could coordinate the island's defense. Jason climbed the stairs of the nearby watchtower. The wooden structure rose high above the palm trees, its thatched roof providing shade. He reached the top and looked out across the water. From up here, he could see for miles in every direction. Any danger approaching the island would be spotted early. He gripped the railing and scanned the horizon. Dark clouds gathered over the ocean. Jason squinted at the strange formation spinning above the waves. Water rose in a massive spiral, and something moved inside it—shapes that looked like fins. The Impending Doom Tsunami Sharknado twisted toward the island, electricity crackling through its core. His training had prepared him for this moment. The paradise needed him now more than ever.