You were too out of it to notice,but
Fyre wasn't just drifting towards a blackened
ruin of a island where half charred big reptillian skeletons
Dragons
lay buried in the emerging vegetation.
At the center of this desolte island of death sat a huge mountain
and any observer could tell that decades earlier
arounf the time Pleasure Island got its
magical boost that allowed
to operate this island and its inhabitants had died.
So the night went by and as you tossed and turned in that fever
the mysterious sailboat sailed into a lagoon and beached herself
on a beach made of charcoat,dragon scales and sand.
The impact thre you off your bunk and slammed your awake.
You got up,headed out of the cabin
and realized you had hit land.
So you got over the side and tied the mooring line to what looked like a rusting US Army lorry
( except it seemed a little 'small' for a lorry)
and went further inland