Summur - bummer

I spent the summer in hell. Hell on earth.
I fell off the cruise ship I had snuck onto and washed up on an island with other people. But, to my surprise, none of them spoke my language. All of them had a ball and chain around their ankles, and were pushing the wheel of pain round and round. A couple of red ghouls smacked their whips upon them with no restraint.
The heat waves came flooding in and the sun beat down upon me. The crabs came out of the sand snapping their little pinchers, wide eyed and glaring at me, as if to tell me, I'm next. The ground shook. The nearby volcano erupted. And out of the lava came his hell hounds. Spewing their dark flames all over the sand creating hot glass for the humans to walk on. Causing them to bleed. Causing their skin on their feet to burn off, and become red and raw. Which didn't take long at all. With the pace they were going, turning that wheel round. Right behind his hounds he came out of the spitting volcano, features in tack. Smiling a great big charming smile, and twirling his red trident, he welcomed me to his 'hell island.' He touched his horns and whipped his tail. Which caused the heat to spiral.
"Welcome to hell island, a fabulous vacation for those lucky individuals who wash ashore here. We offer nails for breakfast, boiling water for drinks, human eyeball soup for lunch, and hell pepper stew for dinner that will melt your insides." He smiled again.
"You're lucky enough to be the only American to wash up here. So you get to learn how to burn people."
"Oh no worries I have my own wand. I can set people on fire all day long."

So now if you're wondering how I spent my vacation, I spent it with Beezle-bub burning maradians.