You, and your friend Nick take a vacation by plane, but somehow the plane had an accident which causes it to crash. When you wake up, you find that you were on land, with half of your clothing destroyed, and you notice that you were holding on to a piece of the plane that must have kept you alive. You look around for Nick, and found him resting next to you.
You get up, and walk over to him, while he wakes up, and brushes his blonde hair. "Nick, where the fuck are we?" You ask. "Not sure, but we can't stay here," Nick answers. "We're getting off this place, so we need material to make a boat." Suddenly you see a net cover you both, and find that they were from a group of people the island has. They had tan skin, were wearing yellow grass skirts, and wore eye-masks along with wooden crowns on their heads. They were also carrying spears with the nets they carried.
"Hi, sorry to bother you, but we kind of need to leave, so can you lend us the material to make a raft?" Nick asks. The front island warrior raises his spear at you, and Nick, while shouting his words in his Native language. "I don't think they want us to leave," You say. Then the island warriors carry both, you, and Nick by net, and take you to their chief who was a muscle bound man with long black hair, bushy eyebrows, and was wearing a hat with antlers made of coral. The commander of the island guards explains to the chief about you, and Nick crash landing on the beach, and the chief decides your fate.
In his native tongue, he tells one of the chefs not wearing a hat to give you, and Nick liquid in a bowl. The guards then got us out of the nets, and gave us the bowls, which you drink thinking that it would do something to you, and Nick.