All of the ship's passengers stood on the beach, sun blaring down. Despite their semi-nakedness the sun still scorched their bodies, Jess almost gagging from the heat. Little did they know, their skins were thickening and losing the ability to radiate heat.
A man came down from the ship onto the beach, holding a megaphone. Other members of the crew stood aside the group, almost as if they were there to block the way.
"Good morning passengers!" Came his amplified voice. "I bet that cool, clear ocean water looks very appealing at this point," he suggests. One or two people in the crowd shout out in agreement.
"Your decision to join us on the cruise came under the condition that you agreed to participate in a little experiment," he continued. "It was in the small print, trust me. From this point on, this island will be your new home. You'll be taken onto the farm where you will be free to spend the rest of your lives, however short they may be, basking in the sun and rolling in mud."
Everybody looked at each other, puzzled. "Joe, I'm scared," said Jess, grabbing her boyfriend. The crew began to move into the crowd, holding rope and tasers, and began rounding up the passengers and moving them across the beach. The general atmosphere was one of confusion, however some had begun to notice the occasional corkscrew tail or pointed ear- the ship's passengers were rapidly turning to pigs.
One large crew member came across to Joe and Jess and looped rope round their heads individually, tightening it so to a point of discomfort. They were lead off in single file, frightened and confused.