Tempest recognized the tell-tale signs of a barrier reef and skillfully navigated the boat around the lurking hazard, picking a circuitous route to the beckoning black sand beach. It was a glorious sight. Trees lined the crescent beach, a dark wall of green rising from the sand. A river cascaded down the final leg of it's journey to the sea on right side. The volcano loomed in the near distance on the left, towering high above the jungle canopy.
Dusk was rapidly approaching by the time Tempest was able to guide the boat into the sheltered bay. A fitful breeze blew off the shore, catching the sail and hindering progress at times. At one point there was a sickening crunch as the boat was blown off course and struck a sharp underwater outcropping of volcanic rock. Spurred by the leak that sprung from the impact, Rollo grabbed the rope, leaving the sail to flap in the wind, and after tying it to the bow dove into the water. The ranger towed the boat into shore, hauling on the line once he found some solid footing.
Weary from the long day, the crew finally finds themselves on solid ground.