==> You are now Jake English.
You have been living on this island for god knows long and you long to see your friends in person. You have been scavenging all the boon bucks you could find and you finally have enough to buy some fuel for a jet pack that your pal Dirk had sent you.

You open your laptop and click the buy button for some cheep jet fuel. Instantly the stack of boon bucks that have been sitting on your bed behind you dissappeared and were replaced with a small container of feul. Wierd. Then again everything seems weird to you. Oh well.

==>Jake fly to mainland.

You quickly grab the feul and store it in your syladex. You run outside to the huge yard that used to be your grandpa's. However, when he passed, you inherited it. You poured the small can of fuel into the gas tank, just enough to fill it. You toss the can aside and strap the pack to your back, making sure to ajust it to you. You smile brightly and place your hands on the handles, wrapping you fingers around them.

You take a deep breath and.....

PCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Off to the main land and to your best bro.... Dirk.