She got lucky? I thought incredulously. I thought Skylar found the Isle of Mystery because she had some sort of map that led her here. I can’t believe she went through a storm and ended up here, of all places! That’s just like how we wound up here, except that her ship managed to stay intact. Until Hans blew it up, anyway.
“Does that mean that there’s practically zero chance of someone coming to rescue us?” Elsa asked, dismayed.
“Well… I wouldn’t say zero. Probably non-zero,” Skylar hedged. “It depends on luck, I suppose. The Isle of Mystery has surfaced and resurfaced numerous times over the last five hundred years. If we’re lucky, it’ll resurface and its location will be apparent to everyone in the world.”
“Didn’t you say something about the Isle of Mystery only resurfaces whenever so
