From the salty ocean torrent came the great steam ship of Avarus J. Balatroma, coasting into the island’s tranquil bay. On board the crew of the M.S. BALATRONOR, a barbaric collection of veteran ship hands and negro slaves, grueled under the watchful eye of the captain Avarus and his party of explorers.
“Well, this looks nothing like I’d imagined…”
“What is it, captain?”
“This map proclaimed a paradise crafted by the God’s, lush valleys of unseen wilderness, rivers rich with GOLD!”
“And? What more could you ask?”
“What do you mean? This looks like every other god damn island we’ve been to.”