I was with my family and grampa on a sandstrip in the middle of the sea. We could see other islands nearby, but couldn't swim to them because the water was full of sharks. Somehow we fashioned a catapult and proceeded to send everyone flying through the air to the other islands. However, once the penultimate person, (I think it was william) was catapulted off into the air, I realised there was nobody to catapult ME to safety. I attempted to do it myself, but ended up sinking to the bottom of the sea, I could see sharks circling around above me, but weirdly I could still breathe, so I just lay there on the seabed until I woke up.