Isolatia

Isolatia (/aɪsəleɪʃə/) is a story of a primitive culture on a remote Pacific island who interprets the flotsam and jetsam they find on the beach to be gifts from a higher power.
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	Somewhere in the tropical South Pacific Ocean lies a small and very isolated volcanic island. In a time before its current civilization, it was inhabited only by a tribal group of people who knew not of their origins. They were quite primitive, knowing not of any other land.
They believed to be situated but in the midst of the abyss, lacking the will to risk going out into the seemingly endless sea. The only connection they had to what was beyond was what came ashore. What they have made out of these pieces of flotsam and jetsam is that they are sacraments from a higher power.
One day, a calendar was found to have washed up of the beach. The islanders noticed how every other page displayed a large image of a certain location in nature. A few images that particularly drew their attention were ones that depicted large sheets of snow covering the ground. Pictures of this type of environment were unfamiliar to those who saw them. For this reason, they were considered to portray a higher plane of existence.
Elders of the tribe reasoned that this “realm of white land” was one of purity, housing omniscient spiritual beings. The island’s volcano was hypothesized to be the gateway to this place. Its fiery liquids would purify all that falls into it. This notion raised questions of what things, if any, would be thrown into the volcano.
One morning, the island natives found their accumulation of cultivated coconuts to have been missing a noticeable number of fruits. Someone came back to the village via the mountain trail. Without restraint, he told of his deposit of coconuts into the “purifying liquid”. He was met with much disapproval by the others. Most of them believed that the divine realm would have an infinite amount of food, or would at least have its own sources of it.
The next day, a paper inside of a corked bottle appeared at shore. The natives found it to be a nautical chart consisting of islands few and far between. A circular island on the map was confirmed to be theirs, and the other islands were figured to be domain of the divine. The chart’s coloring made it easy to point out theirs and another islands’ volcanoes, which have been figured to be a set of portals between them. The hypotheses were put to a test of whether or not the other islands were blanketed in white, and if the coconuts had made it to the “other side”.
Initially, four men were to jump into their island’s volcano, but from sensing the lava’s intense heat, two of them decided to craft a boat to follow the sea chart with. Half of a day passed by as the boaters attempted to cross the vast waters. Seemingly lost at sea, fog blew in and masked their horizons. Miraculously, a compass flowed within their radius. Looking at each N on the map and the “new holy gift”, the boaters figured out their synchronicity, and soon enough, they arrived at their unfamiliar destination.
The first thing that came to the boaters’ minds was the abundance of green, and absence of white on the island. Along the trek up the volcano, no signs of an indigenous population were present. Afterwards, no people, nor coconuts, were found at the summit. 
Walking back to their boat in disappointment, a wave carried in a snow globe. Looking into the clear, spherical object, the two thought that it had “captured, compressed, and contained” all of the island’s snow. One asked to the other “Should we try to break it?” “No. It is here for a reason. Mortal feet are not to touch the white land.” “I suppose that someone somewhere did this for the better”.