Krauss lagged purposefully behind, shaking his head. It would be any wonder in his mind, if they all made it out of this alive. The sound of Edward tumbling over himself through a brush line caused Krauss to refocus on the situation at hand. Before them was the mouth of a cave and in front of that..... what? 

He blinked. 

What. The. Fuck. 

A man, a man that Krauss swears was never on the boat, dressed in, let's say, a rather flashy outfit, posed with a smile before the group. He claimed to be a magician, and looked as if he was about to give a performance, when he was suddnely grabbed and dragged into the back of the cave. 

With that, Krauss through up his hands, and began to walk back the beach. "Well I don't know about you guys, but I think the sailors put something in our drinks and cause I'm seeing things. Either way, I'm not sticking around to figure out whether this is all real or not, so in the event that I'm wrong and this is my reality, it'd be best for me to warm up the engines." With that, Krauss, for a lack of a better phrase, got the fuck out of there. Making his way back to the beach, Krauss ran up to the captain.

"Well sir, we may have a situation on our hands, and its just as crazy as you think this will sound. So, I'm just gonna summarize, Edward, that reporter, stumbled literally upon a cave where a man dressed as a magician proclaimed his show before being suddenly dragged into said cave by an unseen force. With that, I'm gonna go get the plane running in case we need to get off this beach fast."