“I don’t know who told you that,” Max said. “Is that really what people think?” “Ha! No, but there’s a few people who wish it was true. Here, mind your head.” Max ducked into the cabin of the helicopter and strapped himself in. Garrett Gentry checked the harness was fastened, then walked round to the other door. The tall, heavily built pilot almost had to bend double to squeeze through, but once inside he got the rotors spinning and the machine in the air in no time. Max took a few moments to enjoy the view once they were up. The colours were what stood out most. Last time he’d seen the island from the air it had been almost night-time, the night of their arrival, but this time the sun was right above them. The rich green of the vegetation, with the rust red of the dirt roads cutting through it, contrasted sharply with the bright white beaches and the pale grey cliff faces. Max couldn’t take his eyes off it; as an example of what nature could produce, it was breathtaking.
