I slid up to the bamboo façade of bar, collapsed into a tall seat and heaved a sigh of relief. I let the tension in my body dissipate and perused the menu until the lei-laden bartender appeared.
“What can I get you?”
“I’ll have a Great Devourer.”
“Brave choice,” the bartender responded before turning away.
When the massive drink arrived, there was a roiling fog spilling over the lip. The glass was in the shape of a horrible beast. I had seen it before. The natives believed it to be some terrible god inhabiting the island’s volcano. Typical island folklore.