I rocked past a deserted island. I threw the tiny anchor in and started to admire the little island. I saw the shimmering golden sand and smouldering black rocks. I smell dead fish and the smell of the damp forest. I feel the swaying of the boat and the chill down my spine as the chilly wind hits me. A blinding white fish blasted out of the water and belly flopped into the water on the other side of the boat. I could still see the little fish because of the glimmering white scales. I saw a glimmering fish do a half somersault and face plant into the water.