The Island That Time ForgotThe storm that wrecked the Resolute was a fury of wind and water, a chaotic end to a simple botanical survey. When Elias Thorne washed ashore, half-drowned, it wasn't on a familiar Pacific atoll. The sand was a strange, violet hue, and the air thrummed with a deep, primordial hum. Giant, tree-like ferns formed a wall of vegetation, and the cries that echoed from within were unlike any bird or beast he knew.He had found it. Not by design, but by disaster. The myth whispered in sailor's taverns—the island that charts refused to mark, the place