The next morning, the sun rose beautifully over the waters, illuminating a small, tropical island that simply rose and rose from the waters as if to give triumph to the powers of nature.  Below the lush vegetation upon the top of the island lay ragged, jutting rocks, with a cave sliced into the wet stone, although it was impossible to tell whether the cave was naturally formed or designed by people.<br/><br/>As soon as the island came into view from his eyes, Max ran the intercom, "We're here.  Everyone get ready."  He was starting to get tired by the sound of his voice.<br/><br/>Somewhat plunged into the cave was a larger ship, easily large enough for 30 people and a strong combination of modern engines and ancient, traditional methods to make the entire thing an anachronism.  Engines were mixed in with sails, and the mast flew a flag of pure black, along with a white skull and crossbones.