STRANDED

As the sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, you sat on the beach sipping a salted margarita, the tang of lime dancing on your palate. The waves serenaded you with their rhythmic crash, while the soft sand cradled your toes. A delightful scent of coconut vanilla suntan lotion mingled with the salty sea air, adding to the blissful ambiance. Suddenly, a distant boat horn pierced the tranquil scene, jolting you into realization—your cruise ship had departed, leaving you all alone on this paradise island.

 

I guess you're STRANDED.

(oh well.)