It was supposed to be fun. A cruise into the Caribbean. A way to get some much needed sun and relaxation. And, in fairness, it was. The ship was exactly as promised, and the luxuries were nothing to shake a stick at. It was exactly the way you imagined.
Of course, that was before the storm. And the shipwreck that forced you to swim to the shore of a foreboding island that seems devoid of human contact, save for the other survivors. The wildlife is hostile to you, the water unsafe, the plants toxic. It seems like the entire island hates the presence of intruders--and there's something dark deep in the heart of the jungle.
Fun nothing. This vacation might not be something you survive.