Shane and Molly were completely passed out within seconds. The woman responsible gently laid them to rest in the sand and stood tall, pulling the smoke back into her hair. She turned to her allies and nodded. Without delay, hundreds of men and women began to rappel down from her giant ship, and within minutes, they split up and combed the island like a colony of worker ants desperately searching for food.

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	Shane woke up a few hours later. His body was sore, like somebody had just tossed him down a bumpy hill, but he could move just fine. Behind him, the boat still loomed overhead, but now he was surrounded by endless sets of footprints on either side of his body. Molly still slept at his feet, but wouldn't awaken.