It seemed like only yesterday that Rebbo had thought up the crazy idea of going to a mythical island that nobody said exists to find an animal of the same nature.
He was going anyway.
If he was correct, the island would "appear" in between the time he was leaving and a day later. He had his course, his crew, his supplies, and he was ready.
Ready to live that life of adventure he half-wanted for awhile.
Before he knew it, it was time to depart, and he was being rushed onto his boat, a fast yet durable one that an expert helped him choose.
Time was wasting, his captain said, and he got onboard.
Rebbo brought very little luggage, just his toothbrush and toothpaste, a couple mechanical pencils, notebook, some canned goods and a bit of clothes. Nothing like what the internet said he should bring, but he felt that there was some cosmic alignment to be followed.
So, just upon leaving, he said goodbye to everyone again, and set off in a way-too-dramatic show. He would probably be back in a few days.
Problems started arise then, like how, when he told the captain the location, he yelled something like "blasphemic barnicles!" and shouted that it was smack dab in the middle of the bermuda triangle. Oh Boy.
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