Galih

After a refreshing snorkeling excursion around the island, I make my way back to the designated meeting spot where the tourists are supposed to regroup. To my surprise, the area is eerily deserted, with no sign of the others. A sense of unease begins to creep in as I scan the surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone—anyone. As I continue my search, my eyes are drawn to a pair of legs protruding from behind a large rock. Curiosity piqued, I cautiously approach, my footsteps crunching softly on the sand. Rounding the rock, I discover a young Asian man, seemingly lost in a deep slumber, headphones snugly covering his ears. His peaceful demeanor is a stark contrast to the unsettling emptiness around us. He must be a tourist from another fishing boat, I surmise, given the absence of anyone else. The situation feels increasingly surreal, and questions swirl in my mind. Why is he here alone? Where has everyone gone? Driven by a mix of concern and curiosity, I decide to gently wake him, hoping he might have some answers to this puzzling scene