#tyk-tok

Daniel's father circled around and extended a hand to each of the boys. Their wounds did not keep them from standing well enough for now, but there were sharp pains in the process of rising which roused the two from rest.

"So," Daniel's father began, dusting the young men off "did you boys have another smuggling job go south?"

Gavin, furrowing his eyebrows and pursing his lips, said "Absolutely yes."

Daniel decided to lead the charge to the plane. It was then that Daniel realized he too had a leg injury, but tried not to call attention to it. He reached the plane, and started taking out the vital supplies. Soon, Gavin and his father joined him.

"What are you doing here, Dad?" Daniel said. "Last I heard, you were in Karachi stealing candy from orphans and the like."

"That only paid so much, Dan."

"In that case," Gavin said, "where is here? This island wasn't on any of my charts."

"Well," Daniel's father said, "there's a lot of legends in these parts about a phantom island. Some say it's the grave of a Japanese Warship trying to get above the waves again. Others say it was commissioned by Dubai industrialists just to mess with cartographers. Real spooky stuff."

Daniel's father walked away from the plane with the supplies in hand. Daniel considered letting him leave again, until he saw what his father was walking towards. The beach of this island was interrupted by a somewhat sizable river emptying out into the ocean, and an old Zodiac was moored on the outlet and pointed inland.