        “Doubt it.”  The captain had picked up a set of binoculars and was training them towards the glimmer.  “It’s either on North Fox, or just offshore.  Only a small boat would get that close, and it sure wouldn’t burn with a magenta flame.  There’s nothing on the island that would, either.  Not unless Al-Qaeda’s using it as a terrorist training ground, or Dow’s got a chemical dump there nobody’s bothered telling us about.”