Time accelerates. Day, then night, then day, then night, pass by in less than a single micro-instant.

The priests stands in the middle of the ocean, raising his hands to the sky.

"2... 3... 5... 7... 9... 11... This is it, THIS IS IT-"

Then he notices you. He slowly approaches you and raises an eyebrow

"Hm? What could someone like you be doing here? To interrupt my plan..."