Better move, the tide needs to go in.

Next thing you know you are lying on a beach on some strange island. "Where am I?" you say to yourself. "How am I gonna get to Ireland now?"

You decide to explore. Walking along the beach you circumnavigate some rocks (you're not sure you can climb over them) and you see a huge footpaw, with a rope tied round the big toe.

Then you see the huge hill of fur and realize it's the fitness tiger from the ship (you don't know what's happened to it, or the crew or passangers). He has grown to huge size, his belly twice as much. He seems to be sleeping as he isn't moving - Not that he'd be able to move anyway, as he's staked and lashed down with miles of rope, Lilliput style.

This means only one thing. You're not alone on the island

Written by Andrew Anorak

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