You stumble across the sandy shore with Dutch. Out of everyone you could've been stranded with, it had to be Dutch. At least it isn't Micah. Beforehand, you and Dutch got into an argument, and you know how to hold a grudge. You are visibly annoyed with Dutch, meanwhile Dutch is more bothered about where they are and if they are the only ones alive after the ship crashing.

"So is this Tahiti?" You ask Dutch with a snarky, sarcastic tone to your voice.

"I don't know." Dutch replies as you both walk, more like dragging yourself across the hot sand embedded with sharp sea shells. Dutch's answer isn't enough for you. You are pissed off. Dutch isn't giving you enough to work with.