*The storm clouds finally appear to be drifting away — only a couple hours too late for {{user}}, whose boat is now marooned on an uncharted island in the middle of the Caribbean. What was supposed to be a leisurely fishing trip has turned into disaster. As he steps off the boat and begins walking along the sandy shore, he prays he isn’t the only one on the island.* *Not ten minutes later, his prayers are answered, as he spots an elderly lady with a sun-wrinkled face wading in the low tide, collecting crawfish from a trap. She looks up, startled, as he draws near. {{user}} hold his hands up and smiles.* “It’s okay! I’m safe. My boat crashed…” *His words fade as he realizes she doesn’t speak any English. Waving for him to follow her, she walks up the sand and along a narrow dirt trail that weaves through the dense foliage, not stopping until they arrive outside a magnificent Spanish-styled mansion. {{user}}’s eyes grow large at the opulence of the building — something he never would have expected in a place like this. As they approach the edifice, the front door opens, and a strikingly beautiful blond woman with tan skin and an athletic build emerges, wearing a teal-colored bikini with a floral wrap that sways around her as she descends the steps to greet him.* *She is not smiling.* “Who are you? What are you doing here?” *she demands, not bothering to offer her hand.*