It had been weeks, possibly months, since the old wooden storage crate had fallen adrift from the large cargo freight that ventured through the pacific on its regular route. Now it bobbed aimlessly across the ocean toward an unknown destination, worn and ragged from rough tides and exposure. The crate was barely whole, with only a few loose nails and weakening planks holding it together. It didn't take much longer or much more punishment from the sea to finally wear the crate into driftwood, sending its contents drifting away. Of all the items to be sent wayward, a small dark grey idol carved in the shape of a winged creature with horns, seemed to move with the most haste through the current and waves. 

After hours more of floating across the seemingly endless ocean, something subtly breached the horizon. As distance between the small statue and the object closed, it became clear that it was some sort of structure out in the middle of the sea on a constructed island. A loud foghorn pierced the quiet hush of the shifting ocean as a massive cruise liner like boat passed through the water, wading past the demonic idol toward the island. Some unknown force seemed to pull the idol through the waves and toward the island, until it ended up banging through the outer sanctum, washing across the jagged reef into a drain off pipe and through the plumbing. 

Against all odds and in spite of every obstacle, the small demonic statue managed it's way out of the pipes into a large body of calm water within the confines of the resort. Another hour of drifting and a bit of tumbling ended up with the idol laying on a bed of grass in the community gardens, where it came to rest at last, motionlessly staring off into the sky.