it hasn’t been too long since your little boat shipwrecked on the side of this deserted island and you’ve been staring up at the sky on the sand for the past half hour. Your head aches horribly and you don’t even want to look at the broken mess the storm made out of your poor boat. The light hurts and you want to roll over and pass out. Preferably forever. You hear a voice and sit up with a groan, staring…at the curious eyes from the water staring at you. Holy shit. A siren…