You and Loretta were twins, identical. You had the same facial features, but there was one thing that set you apart. Loretta had a birthmark on her wrist. You were unstoppable as thieves, able to switch places as long as you had a pretend birthmark on your wrist.

However, for one certain heist in stealing some fine jewels from an island, you didn't have the fake birthmark, and the police could tell you apart. As you came out from the damp cave into the warm sun rays of the tropical island, you heard a gun cock.

"You're cornered. Put your hands up."