“X marks the spot,” said Sir Thomson a bit too merrily after crashing his plane and killing Lady Thomson.
Mr. Crawford, their guest, was extremely annoyed, to say the least. The idea of flying over Sir Thomson’s deserted island seemed quite idiotic from the get-go.
Persistent as always, Sir Thomson dug until he found a box. Surprisingly, a cell phone emerged.
“Our salvation,” said Sir Thomson, oblivious of the fact that the cell tower of that area had been knocked down by his hazardous flying.
X marked the spot alright, it marked the spot where Mr. Crawford waited and waited.