“I had the strangest dream. I swam in an open green sea for what felt like hours, before four mermaids with coral red hair found me.
Four leagues they carried me to a sandy atoll, where I was trapped for four days and nights.
On the fourth night, lush green waves crashed upon my sandy refuge. I bunkered down as the swell rose but I was washed out to sea again.
I saw a flag nearby. In hope of a ship and possible rescue, I swam toward it.
But the flag was a marker for a swirling vortex. I was caught, the undercurrent dragging me down into the cavernous hole at its centre.
That’s the last thing I remember. Where am I? Is this the other side?”
“You’re on the 9th hole, mate. Someone shanked a ball on eight and you copped it in the back of the head. Can you get up, or do we play through?”