Nicky nodded to Vincent as he hopped out of the raft. "On it. We'll wait for you at the dock." As his feet hit the sand, he scanned their surroundings. There were no guards running across the beach towards them, and though the wind was swaying the vegetation further inland, it didn't look like anyone was lying in wait for them. So far, so good... Still squinting his eyes at the treeline, Nicky's mouth tightened at Circe's question. "Don't worry, I did my homework." He beckoned to Karl and Heather with a claw. "Let's go."
He jogged up towards the treeline and was soon pushing his way through the darkness of the greenery, the rumble of the waves dulling behind him. The air was warmer here, with a heavy, earthy smell. Branches overhead crackled - a spooked animal moving across the treetops. Leaves crunched underfoot as the compy crept through, eyes darting around cautiously. Soon, the vegetation thinned and they came across a rough road. To their left, it weaved haphazardly through the undergrowth, tire tracks forming little trenches in the mud, and curved off in the distance, disappearing from sight. Turning his head to follow the road's right hand path, Nicky saw that it continued a little further down until it reached a small, cleared patch of earth. Must lead down to the docks... Silver moonlight spilled across the makeshift parking lot, revealing that a lone, worn-looking land rover had been left there. It didn't look like anyone was hanging around.
Nicky turned a dry expression to Circe, Karl and Heather. "Looks like we've found our ride. Any bets that they were kind enough to leave us the keys?"