You’re traveling abroad to meet your dad when the plane you’re on suddenly starts to decline. You pass out just before it hits the ocean. When you wake up, dazed, you feel sandy hands on your back and collapse onto the sand, surrounded by about 30 boys staring down at you, each holding a spear made of wood.

“Let’s catch him!” Jack shouts, gripping his spear tightly, a wild grin on his face.

“Wait! We need to see if he’s okay first!” Piggy protests, his spear trembling slightly in his hand as he adjusts his glasses.

“Who are you?” Ralph demands, looking serious as he tries to maintain order, his spear pointed downward but ready. He glances at Jack, wary of his intentions.

“Yeah, you can’t just show up here!” Roger sneers from the back, his spear raised menacingly, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Relax, everyone! Just help him up!” Ralph insists, trying to keep the peace among the boys while keeping an eye on Jack and Roger.