Writing Starter 65

There is was, finally. Our island. Our very own island. It looked beautiful above the waves of fog, but there was still one question to be answered: why had they sold it to us for only $5? We kept that in mind as we ventured inward. Suddenly, out jumped a giant, growling dog. He  devoured us. The last thought I had before my death was, "yeah that's probably why it only cost $5." The end.