Phineas looked out over the narrowing expanse of water. 

"I wouldn't really say 'morning'," he replied, eyeing the high moon, "But I suppose it's accurate enough." He turned his chair around. "I can't tell where we are, but when we land I can try and check the charts." 

Another gust of wind shook the craft, and Phineas grabbed the arm of his seat to steady himself. When it had passed, he grabbed the steering column and maneuvered the craft to the ground. He set it down roughly behind a large dune, and it kicked up a cloud of sand that shrouded the cockpit. As soon as it had stopped moving, he cut the power. The lights shut off, cloaking the interior of the craft in a harsh darkness.

Phineas fumbled out of his seat. "Better to lay as low as possible until we know where we are." he said, but he could not for the life of him deduce where Eliza was. "Can you find me the torch and chart bundle? Should be in the equipment piled under the lockers."