Middle Age Crisis

Here I am, sitting in Miami International Airport, waiting for a woman I barely know, to fly off to some barren abandoned island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

I had found some pieces of poster board paper on the last boat I refurbished for Mr. Mach. I arranged them to where I thought they sort of made a map, to where or what I have no idea. I found the location of the island from when I stacked them up and found writings on the edges. I know it sounds crazy but my amateur archeology spirit makes me believe that if we can find anything on the island that resembles one of the pieces, then we've got a map, and the beginning of a great adventure.