The trees in the forest loudly sway in the night; it’s cold on the islands of Fiji. Your shelter isn’t great, but it’ll make do. You stretch and pop your shoulders in the muse of the night, slowly getting out of the shelter. You need a break from the bamboo.

You sit by the ocean, the waves lapping at your feet as you watch the stars in the night sky.

“Hey,” a feminine voice sounds behind you.