The Island

Chapter One

A diminutive biplane sat on a sandy beach, as if it had been there before the dawn of time. In fact, the plane had only been there for a short while, only a few, short minutes of the long day. It sat with elegance and beauty, even though it seemed to be slightly rough around the edges, like a queen of old, long ago times of hardship, but of love also.
The beach was pristine, the comforting light of the day sun sparkling across the tidal waves that left behind an area of damp, cold sand. Unlike the compact, clay-like sand, was the gorgeous, fine and loose sand, leading up into a large tropical forest.
And in between the soft beach and the large trees, sat an old looking beach cottage, salt staining the windows and walls. It sat peacefully, looking quite in tune with the home's surroundings. Sand brushed against the porch, almost like a ramp, running straight up across the wood. A rugged wooden door stood in the middle of the front of the house, it wide open and welcoming. Smoke billowed from the chimney, a sweet smelling aroma filling the air, mixing with the smell of salt.