On a small island in the waters near Java.
Little Ginny, wearing overalls, bent over and crawled into a luxurious tent.
She saw Alvin snoring loudly in his sleeping bag. Pouting, she ran a couple of steps and flung herself into his arms, then pinched his nose and shouted angrily, "Dad, wake up! We're starving..."
Alvin struggled to open his eyes and rolled over with Ginny in his arms, holding her snugly against him. With his eyes closed, he nibbled her cheek, then tried to go back to sleep.
Alvin and Stark had marked several suitable islands on a map, then taken the yacht out to inspect them one by one. In the end, they had chosen the island they were on now, called the Big Dipper.
The island was called the Big Dipper because, besides the main island, which covered five square kilometers, there were six smaller islands surrounding it. Together, the seven islands formed the shape of the Big Dipper, making up an island chain.
Stark had immediately told his butler, Albus, to buy the island chain. It would be a vacation spot for everyone in the future.
Alvin liked the place too. He even suggested bringing the kids there for a wilderness survival camping trip.
And so...
"Dad, I'm hungry. Let's go catch fish and make breakfast..."
Ginny stubbornly wriggled in Alvin's arms, then pinched his nose and giggled.
Alvin reluctantly opened his eyes and tickled her, making her laugh breathlessly. "We can go have breakfast on the yacht..."
Ginny squirmed and squealed, then cried, "No! Stark said there's no breakfast for us on the yacht unless you admit defeat..."
Alvin didn't like the sound of that. He was a Druid, for crying out loud. How could he let a camping trip beat him?
Sure, setting up