“Where do you want to go?” A pair of dark eyes scan the beach from one end to the other. “Do you want to drag the tent a few hundred feet and see if the sunset is better over there?”

There had to be a way off of the island, however. Unless the Soldier was a vampire or could turn into mist, there had to be an explanation for how he was coming and going. A motorboat they would have heard. It didn’t dawn on him that super soldiers could likely swim for vast distances and even if it did, he’d have to picture James punching sharks that came up on him in the water. And that would bring this nonsense full circle.

“This island isn’t on a map, Captain. Purposefully.” He’d kept it free of HYDRA for decades. “We’re safe here. Probably. Except from boredom.”