The sun scorched down onto the remote island of Bermuda. The waves were crystalline and brilliant, lapping against the sandy shore nestled with seashells and wave-polished rocks. The distant squeal of bats and birds overhead fluttered through thick island leaves.

Lara Croft and her husband were on a honeymoon expedition, itching to get personal with the cryptic triangle that swallowed full aircrafts whole. According to her intense research, this was the safest landing while still being able to expand their exploration.

"Where do you suppose we should set up camp?" Lara's voice shattered the silence of twig snapping and leaf crunching. Her brown hair was compiled high into a ponytail. She wore her usual jade pendent and a form fitting grey tank top. Her belt and holster slung low on her hips beneath the beige cargo pants. She wiped the perspiration off her brow with the back of her hand, squinting up at the clear sky.

Her features pinched in the way they often did when the archeologist was lost in thought. Mulling over a thousand different things, and puzzling them together individually. Her brain worked overtime. And often was the cause for her insomnia. "Suns riding low." She commented.

Another reason for making camp on this particular island was the absence of a name. Despite Lara's pouring over research, there wasn't a damn clue to reveal its origin. It should've been a warning but instead warranted a fascination. Lara didn't want a date in the city or cozy lodge inn, she wanted to unravel what could potentially be an uninhabited landmark.

Of course, precautions included her bow and quiver full of arrows, her glock and assortment of medical instruments. You can never be too safe, as Lara's father would say. Everything else was collected within her husband's belongings, another seasoned adventurer.

Lara held a palm to her stomach, keeping the growls at bay. "And we need to eat. I'm starving." The last meal she had was breakfast. Admittedly, she had forgotten to supplement her body with nutrients. History needed her. She looked down at the soil they stomped on. A rare quirk of a smile lacing her lips as she stooped down and wiggled her fingers into the earth. "Perhaps we should share our first official meal together like *Lady and The Tramp*?" She teased, presenting proudly a long dirt coated worm pinched between her digits.