"Easy all," Jess cried as the boat neared the white spit of sand. The boat crew lifted their oars skyward and allowed the little craft to coast into a soft crunch against the sand. Jess hopped over the side, taking the coil of painter cable over her shoulder as she splashed through the thigh deep water and up onto the beach. The sand was soft and very white, idyllic in all respects. The jungle beyond was a brilliant green and echoed with bird calls and the chittering of less identifiable creatures. Jess trudged up the beach and looped the cable around the trunk of a tree that looked like a palm, save for odd discolored diamond patterns in its bark.

"Do you have a plan here or is it just a 'look for treasure' type thing," Galt asked, having stayed on the boat until the crew pulled it ashore to avoid getting his feet wet. Jess made a gesture with her head to the small peak that formed the central spire of the island, its crest peeking out through the lush jungle.

"The crew will look for fresh water, while you and I will head inland and try to climb that peak, hopefully I can get some sense of where we are from the top," she explained. Her tone wasn't hopeful, Shimmersea was a strange place and only a tiny portion of it had been mapped, an even smaller portion of it reliably.

"And we kind of take look for treasure as a given in this outfit," she concluded.