A grey haired man in a cheap suit broke the awkward silence with a loud and cheery "Hello!"
He was slightly unnerved when all the men's heads spun round in his direction at the same time, as if they were a pack of animals.
"Welcome. Welcome to the recreation of all the adventures you had on the island!" He spoke with the air of a children's entertainer, as if he were giving them all a special treat, "There are many secret cameras already placed all over the island. You will be recorded all the time and the clips from the day will be shown on BBC1 every evening. One of you will be ask to take a small motor boat to our transmition ship to be interviewed before you are sent back to the island every day. There will be no food or drink provided for you and you will receive your pay at the end of the month. Please, Gentlemen, step aboard this private jet and prepare to relive the happiness of your childhood!" The man looked disgruntled when he received no applause.
The plane journey was interesting because nobody spoke a word. The depression and helpless foreboding settled on all of them like a wet blanket which constricted their sight and breathing. When the plane landed the cheap suited grey haired man and two younger men leapt into a motor boat and rowed out to the big boat where they would be staying. The grey plane rumbled and rose from the ground in a cloud of sand and left the men standing alone.
