"Fortunately, Unfortunately"

Unfortunately, this being the year of the super moon, we're not sure what effect it will have on the trolls ... will they stay stones forever ... or will the supermoon make them go mad??????!!!!!

Unfortunately, although we realize there's someone around who's tracking the phases of the moon - in all likelihood a female - we can't find her so just have to assume the XXX on the calendar for today's date means tonight's the night!

Unfortunately, we realize the clock is now ticking away the overnight hours we have to escape.  Dawn will be here before we know it, and the trolls will reawaken.

Unfortunately, while it is beautiful, we are still stuck on a desert island with no accommodations, and now we have slumbering stone trolls to worry about.

Unfortunately, we hear some weird noises behind us. We turn to look, and lo and behold! The big boulder we had set on the trap-door to the trolls caverns is moving! the trolls have awakened and it's a matter of minutes before the boulder will roll off the trapdoor and the trolls will emerge! We desperately jump in the water and start swimming towards the ghost ship. It seems less terrifying than the angry trolls.

Unfortunately, there is no way to get ON the ship. It's tall, there are no ropes, no ladders, and the sides are ... well... crystal smooth.

Unfortunately, once on board we find we are NOT in friendly company.

ROTFL!!! You gals are killing me! 

Unfortunately, we discover that we have all grown ethereally pale, and time appears to have slowed down. Oddly, however, we don't seem to care.

Pamela Anderson drifts by in a flesh colored sheath, draped with flowing white seaweed.

We  are   g e t t i n g     v  e  r   y       s   l   e   e   p   y .  .  .

Unfortunately, since it's a ghost ship, the rudder is too insubstabtial to actually affect the water we're racing through. We float at high speed helplessly toward the rocks!

Unfortunately, the Baywatch cast clambors into our tiny lifeboat, too. Along with all of us reconstructed babes, that's a lot of silicone for one small rubber craft!

hahaha!

Unfortunately, our tiny craft springs a small leak...

Unfortunately we are once more forced to rely on our feet as transportation, and there is no sight of civilization in any direction.  Are we in Florida?

Unfortunately, they were referring to the gators making their home in the swamps which seemed to surround us.  There was one narrow muddy road leading us away from the sea shore...through the swamp.