I always yelled at the women in those movies who, while running away from an attacker, kept looking back over their shoulders, wasting valuable energy and time. Thick, jungle leaves slapping me in the face, twisted roots looking to trip me at every step, I found that looking back couldn't be helped. I turned back just like those stupid women, looking to see if my attacker was any closer than he was before. I refocused my concentration on running and added a burst of speed.
It was only this morning that I was lounging on the cruise ship's deck, sipping a bit of orange juice and looking forward to going ashore with the guests.
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