Leoric gazed at the endless sand that surrounded the yacht. No wonder the water looked too gray and tranquil. It wasn't water at all but a dessert.
"Go get the map! We must find where we are, as we wouldn't want to be stuck on a small island with nothing but sand."
The captain and the chief engineer did not move. They just looked at each other silently.
"What are you waiting for?" Leoric asked impatiently.
"Mr. Graystone, the truth is, we don't know where we are now. There is no island like this in the South Pacific. Also, none of our instruments work. There is no cellular signal; even our satellite phones are not working," Captain Erwin Niel said resignedly.
Soon, people from the lower decks started coming up. Some had bruises on their bodies, while others had small bumps on their heads. They were all shocked when they realized were stuck in the middle of a desert instead of being surrounded by seawater.
