Escape Island
The diminutive aluminum boat was hardly what one would call “seaworthy”. It bumped up and down across the embattled surface of the bay, and each time the boat smashed down into the water Dani felt like her soul might leave her body. But the crappy little dingy with its eggbeater engine was all she could find at short notice, or more to the point, it was all she could afford. The island loomed ahead of her in the dusky grey of a cloudy coastal dusk. Normally the area was a tourist’s dream; sunny, warm, and surrounded by crystal blue waters. But a storm was blowing in just as night was about to fall, and it gave the ocean a foreboding look. It gave the island and its many palm trees a strange shape; too sharp, too shadowy. Dani didn’t know a lot about maritime law, but she was pretty sure that driving a death trap boat out to a restricted island just prior to a storm was at least frowned upon. What she did know for a fact was that not having any lights on the boat was definitely again
