Middle Age Crisis

Here I am sitting in Miami International Airport waiting for a woman I barely know to fly off to some barren abandoned island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. I had found some pieces of poster board paper on the last boat I refurbished for Mr. Mach. I arranged them to where I thought they sort of made a map to where or what I have no idea. I found the location of the island from when I stacked them up and found writings on the edges. I know it sounds crazy but my amateur archeology spirit makes me believe that if we can find anything on the island that resembles one of the pieces then we've got a map and the beginning of a great adventure.