The announcement roused Jeri, who had fallen asleep in the light of the setting sun and gentle rocking of the boat.
"Ph-Phantom Isle?" he stuttered as the booming voice roused him awake, standing and turning to the captain standing on the deck above, "I thought this boat was going to Cortoza!?"
"You missed your stop about twenty minutes ago," the captain informed him blankly, "Now either you get off here or you sleep on the concrete until the ferry goes back out."
"Can't you just take me back to the mainland?" Jeri pleaded.
"Not goin' back to the mainland for another few days."
"But- I- what am I supposed to do?"
"Get off here and find a place to stay the night."
"On a place named Phantom Isle? Hell no!"
"Get off here or sleep in the garage. Your choice."
"I-I... well... ugh."
Jeri scratched his head dejectedly, deciding to check the map he had found covered in dust at the boathouse. The map was old and faded, but it didn't seem terribly outdated. Scanning its contents, he found what he presumed to be the island, though the name was blotted out by a water stain. Thankfully, the depiction of the island itself was largely spared, just enough for him to make out a hotel on the island.
"Awesome," he mumbled to himself, "a hotel sounds perfect. I guess this isn't so bad after all."
The boat docked at the crumbling pier and the handful of remaining passengers all disembarked. As the boat pulled up, Jeri got his first good look at the island. He could see in the distance the shadow of an abandoned theme park, rides cast over by the setting sun. The hotel was visible from the shore, looking like a building that had long since fallen into disrepair. Jeri swallowed hard.
"You gettin' off, boy?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah, I am." Jeri hesitantly stepped off the boat. With nowhere else to go, he made his way to the Hotel, hoping at the very least he could find a musty old bed on which he could wait out the darkest hours...