“Yes, come get her, out there.”  He pointed to an island. With that, I received an additional blow to the head. I was knocked unconscious. The next thing I felt was water upon my feet. The tide was coming in. I got up, and a bikini clad woman walked by me.

“Excuse me, miss.”  She slapped me across the face.

“JOHN!”  She called.

I walked toward the life guard. “Sir, could I borrow a boat to sail to the island?”

“Sure, have you any experience in boating?”

“Very little, but this is important.”

“Okay, take my boat.”  After figuring out how to row the boat, I approached the island. The man jumped out from behind a tree. I punched him in the face, and he was dead. Walking in more, I found Tricia dangling from a cage above a pool of alligators. I pulled the wire, and she was free.

“This is too easy.”

“Huh?”

“The thug is dead, and I hardly bruised him.”

“This is strange. Let’s go back to shore.”  We went back, then went home. The next day was church. Nothing eventful happened.