Andrew’s eyes flutter open, the harsh glare of the sun forcing him to squint. He lies on soft sand, his head throbbing with a dull ache that pulses with every beat of his heart. He sits up and scans his surroundings, realizing that he's on an island. He's about to get up when his gaze falls on the girl lying beside him, sleeping peacefully. He recognizes her, the girl he is supposed to marry. He nudges her with his foot. "Hey! Wake up, or you'll be swimming with the fishes."
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