Lila stood at the edge of the dock, her eyes wide with awe and excitement as the island took shape before her. Mark was beside her, squinting through the downpour, skepticism lining his features. "Look, Mark! The island is real!" She exclaimed, her voice barely audible over the roaring wind. "I still think there must be a logical explanation for this," he muttered, though intrigue flickered in his gaze.

Lila tossed a bag of supplies into the boat, her heart racing with the thrill of adventure. Mark checked their oars, ensuring they were secure. "Are you ready for this, Mark?" Lila asked, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Ready as I'll ever be," he replied, his voice steadying with resolve.

Mark gripped the oars tightly, guiding them towards the island's edge. Water splashed against the boat, soaking their clothes, but Lila seemed unfazed. "There's something ancient about this place," Lila murmured as they beached the boat, her eyes scanning the eerie landscape. "Let's hope we find more than just stories," Mark replied, stepping onto the wet sand.

Lila led the way, her footsteps light and purposeful. Mark followed closely, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. "Do you hear that?" Lila paused, straining to listen to the faint whispers carried by the wind. "It's as if the island itself is speaking," Mark said, his voice tinged with wonder.

Lila traced her fingers over the carvings, her eyes alight with curiosity. Mark circled the structure, examining each detail. "These must be remnants of an old civilization," Lila mused, captivated by the enigma before them. "And somehow connected to the storms," Mark added, piecing together the puzzle.

Mark and Lila exchanged a glance, unspoken understanding passing between them as they pushed the boat back into the water. "We'll have to come back, uncover more," Lila said, her voice filled with determination. "Agreed. Who knows what else we'll find?" Mark replied, the skepticism in his tone replaced by excitement.