The cool ocean breeze felt nice over Nigel’s face. The birds were singing a song, the trees brighter than ever with more fruits than last year. Finally the lil almond joy boat was still floating for another day. The boat was stationed at the harbor, ready to leave at a moment's notice. Nigel’s hammock was swinging back and forth in a hypnotic motion, and Nigel fell asleep. All on the Island was calm. They wouldn’t know what would happen within the next 2 minutes. There are dark ominous clouds in the back slowly creeping up for their revenge. The rain begins, and the locals run back to their homes. The tourists run to their hotels, and Nigel, well he’s sleeping, and nobody is willing to stop for a second to warn him. The intense amount of water in Nigel’s hammock snaps the lines, he falls face first into sand, and he wakes up now. The cold started to seep into his skin, making him frown. The rain slowly turns into hail, and Nigel almost gets hit by a piece. Nigel grabs his belongings, a red scarf and some goggles. As Nigel runs along the beach, a hail hits a house nearby and there is a shriek from a woman. Nigel’s ears start to ring, a large tide rolls onto the beach, and Nigel is swept into the ocean sopping wet.