You've been lost at sea for what feels like an eternity. The last thing you remember, you were on a luxurious cruise, sipping champagne and wearing a sparkly tiara. Now, you're stuck on a sinking ship with a bunch of salty sailors who seem to have a personal vendetta against you.
The sea is calm, but your stomach is churning with anxiety. You're starting to lose hope, but then you see it: a mysterious island on the horizon. It's covered in palm trees, has a few scattered beach huts, and a sign that reads "Welcome to Island of Despair" in bold, blood-red letters.
As you approach the island, you notice that the air is thick with the smell of coconut sunscreen and desperation. The islanders are a rough-looking bunch, armed to the teeth and sporting a healthy dose of skepticism.
What do you do?