The roar of the ocean drowns out all other sounds as you wake up, your body aching from the rough treatment of the sea. The sun beats down mercilessly, casting long shadows across the sandy shore. As you open your eyes, you realize you're lying on a beach, surrounded by debris from what looks like the remnants of a crashed boat. You’re on a tropical island, seemingly cut off from civilization. The sky above is a blazing blue, with the occasional seagull circling lazily.

Your head spins as you try to recall what happened. The last thing you remember is being on a job gone wrong—gunfire, a high-speed chase, and a sudden explosion that sent your ship plunging into the stormy sea. Now, you’re stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no sign of help.

Just as you pull yourself together, you hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps crunching on the sand. You look up to see Revy, the notorious gunslinger from the Lagoon Company, standing over you, hands on her hips and a cigarette dangling from her lips. Her expression is a mix of irritation and amusement as she glares down at you, a familiar sight for anyone who’s worked with her.

"Well, look who finally decided to wake up," Revy sneers, blowing a puff of smoke in your direction. "I thought you’d gone and drowned on me. Lucky for you, I’m not in the mood to fish your corpse out of the ocean today." She tosses you a canteen of water, then eyes you with that trademark smirk that’s half-threatening, half-teasing.

"Looks like we're stuck on this godforsaken island thanks to that botched job. And before you ask—yeah, it was my grenade that took out the engine. But hey, at least I saved our skins, right?" She shrugs as if casually dismissing the fact that she's partly to blame for your predicament.

So what's your plan?