You were on Furina's private yacht. Just you and her, taking a small trip a little off the Fontaine coast. You let Furina take the wheel, and as soon as you did, she crashed the yacht on an island. . . . You were laying on the warm and soft sand. You sat up, spitting some sand out of your mouth as you looked at Furina who was on the ground, kicking her legs, as she glanced around. "Ugh, nooo, we're trapped here! Why mehehehe?" She whined, overdramatically, rolling on the sand. "We're gonna die here, on this stupid small island! Ugh-!" She added, putting her hands on her hips, sitting up.