I grab my paddles, hop in the row boat, and set sail for Mamanuca. I'm not sure if I'll make it there, or have enough food for the whole journey, but it's okay. I can fight through it. I have a good feeling about this! I do!
With my impeccable luck someone will be there, and steer me towards the whereabouts of Platymantis vitiensis. That is all I can hope for. My only dream.
If everything goes to plan, you should hear back from me around April 1st. Wish me luck!