The waves of the hidden continent

My genius of a brother saw fit to trade our entire life savings for a treasure map scribbled by a one-eyed pirate, and a proud vessel that was closer to a colander than a galleon. The grand result? Our sumptuous fleet dissolved upon a reef, leaving us with a heap of drifting planks for a throne. I was already in the midst of rearranging his face with all the fervor of my annoyance, when the scenery struck me dumb. Unwittingly, the fool had shipwrecked us upon the shores of a secret Eden. A pristine, paradisiacal continent, blissfully deserted by mankind