An Island Adventure

You make your way back across the stream and through the trees, ignoring frantic noises of a large animal mating and a much smaller one crying coming from somewhere nearby, and get back to the beach.

The pilot shouts at you with glee as he sees you approach.
"Welcome, gang, to Babcock's Beach Bar!"

Somehow, he has managed to find enough debris from the flight (along with some foliage and wood from the trees) to create a makeshift beach bar!
Thanks to the fully stocked pilot's stash of booze that was onboard the flight he has also got a large selection of pale ales and stout along with some Um Bongo and cocktail umbrellas.

You all head to the bar, somewhat confused, and look at him with puzzled expressions.

"I managed to get the radio working and we'll be rescued shortly," the pilot says, grinning. "I'm great at everything, me."
He starts singing and encourages you all to join in.
"Come on, then, everybody, clap clap clap!"

As you all celebrate with glee and await your rescue you ruminate on how, as far as Babcock Air goes, this was one of the less weird flights...
End Of Story