The golden white sands burned beneath my curling toes, providing the most sensational temperature you could imagine. The kind of temperature you pray to stumble upon while in the shower if you were so lucky. The skies were more brilliant than I’d ever seen anywhere before. The gentle breeze blew grains of sand into my face. It stung but I didn’t flinch.

In my left hand was a screwdriver. I knew not how I acquired it but it’s purpose was clear for in front of me was the angriest man I’d ever seen. Sadly, he was probably the only one on this island besides myself. And he was massive. I stood my ground.

He came at me like a rampaging bull but I skidded out of the way. As he turned, I stabbed him in the side. No effect. I backed off but he lunged at me again to no avail. He tripped himself up in the sand. I saw an opening. I shoved the screwdriver down his gullet, followed by my entire arm. He was struck with disbelief rather than terror, his arms flailing everywhere. But I knew I couldn’t hold him forever.