The Island

At first my eyes had to get adjusted to the immaculate white sand. The strong stench of seaweed lingered with me as the waves gently pressed up to the shore. The dark green palm trees leaned over the sand as if they wanted to get out of the island. Fish splashed about in the glamourus sea and swam around in groups through the clear blue water. There was still a dazzling glimpse of the sun on the twinkling horizon. The vicious looking jungle was just behind me and inside it I could hear the movements of wild animals. There was a giant volcano behind the jungle although it only erupted every odd seventy years. It was surrounded by a strange sandy ashy substance. The soft breeze was still lapping itself across my face. It is peaceful here. A little too peaceful.