The beach was all pristine soft white sand as far as the eye could see. It was good to be king General, as a planet of pristine beaches could be your own private vacation spot. And right now, Club Stargate was all his.

Well, almost.

He lay sprawled on a huge fluffy towel, high tide just tickling his toes, warm firm sand doing wonders for his back, when the first trickle of sand fell onto his belly. He startled awake from a half-sleep and knocked away the bandana he had draped over his eyes, to find Daniel standing over him with a fist full of sand, which he was dribbling in a steady, slow stream over Jack's bare chest.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Daniel said.

"I was awake!" Jack protested.