It's been eight years since I've been stranded on this desert island.
Eight long years of eating the same food, walking along the same beach, staring at the same trees all day long.
It's been boring as hell.
But everything changes when a young beautiful girl washes up on my shore.
Her plane crashed in the ocean.
She's stranded on the island now.
This is my island and that means she belongs to me.
I'll never be bored again.
Not with those delicious curves and that pretty face.
This desert island just got a whole lot more interesting.
With her here, it just became a paradise.