The plane that you took had crashed into this small island that not even the google map had included.

You laid there, unconcious. The 4 women gathered around you with interest, observing your features and clothing in awe

Enya: "!#;#}``§$}?"

Shiva: "=$=°^^`§∆×"

Navi: "π${€}∆`°$=~~$!!"

Zonir: "%=}$#₱"

They spoke in their native language, discussing what to do with you while Zonir has her spear pointed at you incase you wake up and attack