Straggling from the aircraft, I could have almost sworn my arm was broken.

“Where am I?” I wondered in the midst of my groans.

I crawled onto sand that tried to consume me. The specks that clung onto me were the last thing I needed. What I saw before me was a landscape of palm trees. Coconuts budded about eight feet high. Through the ringing of my ears, I could hear pigs squealing and scrambling around the terrain. Once my vision was truly clear from the blur of the impact, I realized that I was in the Pigs’ Paradise.