August 5th, 1922<br/><br/>You find yourselves on a small plane heading home to Arkham from whatever had taken you away. The small plane you are on was commonly referred to as a flying boat due to essentially looking like a boat with wings and a propeller. When you boarded through the small hatch you saw that the plane was white with “Paddy’s Airtaxi” painted on the side in green. The cockpit is open air and completely separated from the passenger cabin. The fully enclosed passenger cabin only holds a handful of people. There is only one other passenger on the plane, a young woman who couldn’t be more than 18 or 19 years old. Her name is Tina and through the flight she sits quietly staring out the window. With blonde hair, soft features, and pale skin, she would be considered cute by most standards. Any attempts at conversation are met with quiet nods and barely audible whispers.<br/><br/>The flight upto this point has been uneventful, save for the occasional light turbulence. Anyone looking out a window would notice dark clouds and rain approaching from the southeast. Though the plane appears to be well ahead of it.<br/><br/>The plane begins to slow and drops in altitude. The water below gets closer and closer. Then the plane bounces once, twice, and a third time before slowly coming to a stop next to a rundown dock. The pilot had told you that he would be making a quick stop to drop off some mail, a few packages, and top off on fuel before heading to Arkham.<br/><br/>On the dock a very tall and strange looking man waves at the plane with a goofy grin on his face. The pilot tossed him a rope and the man began tying the plane to the dock. Paddy, a tall man with tufts of red hair poking out from under a leather aviator helmet and a big smile, popped the hatch open and looked inside the cabin.<br/><br/>“Hello ladies, I hope you all are enjoying the flight so far. This shouldn’t take more than thirty minutes.” He paused and looked behind him at the storm heading your way. “We should be able to stay ahead of that storm.” He turns back to look at all of you. “Feel free to stretch your legs, but don’t wander off far.” With that he turned around and left the hatch open so anyone could leave if they wished. “Abraham,” he shouted at the very tall goofy grinned man. “Where’s Buddy? Is he in the store?” No reply could be heard, but Paddy walked off the docks to what was presumably the store.<br/><br/>Anyone leaving the plane will notice that the docks are poorly maintained. The wood is gray and falling apart in places. There are crates and barrels that look like they are starting to rot away. Ropes are hanging off the docks into the water and look like they would crumble in your hands. Glancing around the area you’ll notice A few buildings ahead of you and a large warehouse off to the east. Where the docks end a stone cobbled path begins and leads further into the island. The sounds of soft waves hitting rocks can be heard, and the smell of fish permeates everything.