Skull Island

After ten weeks' journey we came to Skull Island, where we had important business. We found the man we were looking for in a cabin on the hill, the only dwelling in evidence. Our captain took up the matter, pushing through the door without knocking. "You, sir," he said to the startled cartographer, "will answer for this map." The chart which bore his mark showed friendly harbours where there were none, and quiet seas where there were monsters, and nobody but the man who drew it had ever heard of "Skull Island", which our brief survey had revealed was not so skull-shaped as it was shown. "But it would be a tedious occupation," the cartographer protested, "to draw the world as it really is."