[ WP ] You are part of an expedition which discovered a island where humanoid aliens had crashed in prehistory and has been living in seclusion .

Before their deaths the brothers became increasingly paranoid shut-ins. As a fledgling writer, I jumped at the chance to be their biographer. Not very well known, their biographies would not sell much, but I hoped well enough to pay the bills for the next few years. Jim was the most level headed, if screaming about predators coming to get him at night was considered level headed, the other one just cut himself and mumbled in a corner. Society had forgotten about them, but I followed their work closely as a teen, and I wanted to be like them, be called a writer. 
 
 The younger one hung himself one night, disemboweled himself and jumped off his roof with piano wire around his neck. It was a gruesome sight, but it barely made a 15 second news spot. After this, the older brother bought a shotgun and a dog. For six months he seemed calm, and I was able to finish the draft for my book. Meeting him at his house in the meadowlands, I presented it to him. He was not even interested. Sitting by the fire, he stared intently at it and seemed to be the sanest I had ever seen. 
 
 `` John'' he said, `` I'm going on a vacation.'' 
 
 `` Where-'' 
 
 `` I'm going John,'' He interrupted `` I do n't think I'll be back anytime soon. Here...'' He handed me an envelope. `` Open this in the morning, and promise me you will try to follow the instructions inside.'' 
 
 `` I promise'' I said sheepishly `` I guess..'' 
 
 `` I'm not asking you to do anything unethical or illegal John, just promise me ok?'' 
 
 I nodded in agreement. He stood up slowly and walked me to the door. I turned to speak and he shook his head. Extending his hand, I shook it slowly and noticed he did n't look directly at me, just into the darkness behind me. He nodded slightly and shut the door. 
 
 I never heard from him after that night, I suspected he was going to kill himself but he did n't. According to the instruction in the envelope, he had signed over all rights to to his biography to me, contingent upon me eventually travelling to coordinates within a year. The book was a tiny success, and even though I was not catapulted to author superstardom, I made enough to be able to relax while I figured out my next project. 
 
 A few months after the release, I walked into my study and saw the letter from Jim was sitting on top of my files. Absentmindedly, I skimmed through it and saw the coordinates. Mentally smacking myself, I sat at my computer and googled the coordinates. Nothing came up, well not nothing, but just an empty expanse of ocean off the west coast of South America. 
 
 `` Well that was the deal'' I said to myself. 
 
 Chartering a flight and a boat and diving equipment took a few weeks, but I was ready to go quickly. I tweeted about my excursion, as my small group of fans might have been interested to know, but also to inform Jim in some way. 
 
 A week later I was on a boat heading to the coordinates. The crew was made up of a few locals, but the captain and mates were American. I was a bit relieved at that fact, and the captain informed me that his crew were experienced divers and skilled at recovery. The boat was stocked with every bit if diving equipment and was a bit state of the art. The captain was pleased to brag about his radar and sonar and the tiny one man submarine his boat housed. His reassurances relieved any feelings of dread I had. The crew were very friendly and by the second day I felt very welcomed and that I had fit in very well. 
 
 It was late into the second day that the captain called me to him. The entire crew was around him and had an air of confusion. The captain peered through his binoculars, spoke in the local dialect to his first mate and handed them to him. The mate then looked into the binoculars and answered back in a confused tone. The captain turned to me. 
 
 `` Are you sure you needed divers?'' His brow was furrowed and he cocked his head to the side. 
 
 `` Y-yes,'' I replied as I imitated his demeanour, `` the coordinates show empty ocean..do n't they?'' 
 
 `` Well it's supposed to be, I mean I have sailed these waters for 25 years, I do n't recall seeing an *island* here!'' 
 
 `` Island?'' 
 
 `` Yes, look!'' He handed the lenses to me and I looked into them. Yup, that was an island. 
 
 `` We'll have to turn back,'' He said, `` We are not equipped for island exploration, and this one is definitely uncharted.'' 
 
 `` Look,'' I said firmly, `` I do n't care if this is a play for extra money, I'll pay you whatever the cost is, but I made a promise and if that's where the coordinates lie, that's where I'm going.'' 
 
 The captain looked intently at me for a few seconds. `` I do n't care for extra money, but diving is different from exploring an island. We need guns, axes and machetes, climbing gear and the like. We can turn around and restock and come back.'' He glanced at me. `` But ultimately its your call.'' 
 
 I thought for a second then said, `` Look I do n't want to explore, I just want to see the island and get some proof I actually went to the coordinates. Get as close as you can, we land get some pictures for proof, look around a bit and grab some souvenirs. Who knows, maybe we discover an uncontacted tribe!'' I smiled at the absurdity of that last line. 
 
 `` O... kaay'' He said while in thought, `` I guess we do have a few rifles and machetes, but not enough for everyone. We land, get some proof, a souvenir or two and back to port. We can restock and come back if you want. We stay on the island two-three hours tops, ok?'' 
 
 I nodded in agreement and he motioned to his crew: `` get the RHIB ready and gear up guys.'' The crew went off to follow his orders. 
 
'Shit' I thought to myself.'Jim said to go to the coordinates, he never said what to do while I was there, this will not be so hard.'' 
 
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 The creature stood up on the branch and looked intently at the small ship heading towards him. His triangular targeting reticule indicated that they were still a bit off in the distance. He touched his temple and his eyesight enhanced twenty-fold. Tapping his temple again, his vision changed... he could almost count how many people were on the boat, but the the heat of the engines obscured the count a bit. He decided to alert the others. After all these years, the elders would be pleased. He turned and jumped off the branch and disappeared in the canopy of trees... his camouflage activated before he hit the ground. 

