This wasn't where I saw my life going when I left to sail around the world in The Pink Pearl; tied up, seasoned, stuffed full with exotic fruits, about to be roasted alive by an island tribe of female giants on a tropical island God knows where...

Some were dancing, some were starting the fire, some were playing music, some were still seasoning me, and some were rubbing their hands hungrily. I'm so screwed.

Unless there was a way out of this? Anything would be better than this, and what's to become of me if I don't try to wiggle my way out of it. I just have to spare myself long enough till someone eventually finds me... It will be a while till they even start looking, since I told everyone I'd be off-grid for who knows how long.