"Apparently you need to start having football parties," Mathias says to Neil, slinging his pack onto his shoulders and kicking as much water off his shoes as he can. Again, they'll dry in the sun, he isn't concerned with the fact that they're wet. And they aren't particularly far from civilization. If he ends up with a blister, he'll survive.

Setting off across the sand, he takes in the island around him, wondering where it came from. "No one knew this was here, right? At first. It wasn't common knowledge."