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Fx Any The Island of Eternal Dreams (1930s Historical Adventure Fantasy)

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Sergeant Alex Dean of the Royal Flying Corps returned home from the Great War a changed man. Not only was he constantly exhausted from poor sleep filled with night terrors, but just months after the end of his final tour in April 1918 (when he got shot down in a dogfight over the Fourth Battle of Ypres, but made a daring emergency landing), a German bombing raid claimed the life of his wife, Rebecca, in October leaving him to care for his 5-year-old son, Alex Jr. alone.

Well, not entirely...but his little brother George had been disowned by their parents in 1912 for being an avowed homosexual. Alex then sided with George and was disowned as well, which Rebecca supported, and enlisted when he had nowhere else to go. But George had found a lucrative business opportunity. He had taken what little money he had and bet it on all on investing with a few other "friends" ;) in a luxury hotel named Arcadia Suites on a sparsely inhabited British outpost in the remote Andoman and Nicobar chain.

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The native Great Andamanese of this island had withdrawn into the jungle after vicious British attacks in the 1880s, incredibly hostile towards any settlers and anthropologists that came near. They were also, obviously angry about the many people kidnapped by British forces to be taken to Port Blair, the capital of the colony, and "civilized" since unlike others they seemed strangely unable to age and immune to most diseases, so of course they were treated like experiments and killed when they tried to rebel. Those who remained resigned their beaches to the pale demons.

Still, it seemed a fool's errand to build a hotel in a place so remote, but the rich wildlife and pristine beaches and waters, as well as the fact it was a few hours boat ride from Port Blair, were a huge draw to wealthy vacationers looking forward to relaxing in a world at peace. It helped too that George was a charismatic host, who became so wealthy from the resulting business that he was named mayor of Georgetown Island, a city of full of other luxury villas which quickly sprung up around the original Arcadia Suites, and claimed about three-quarters of the island, pressing the ever-youthful islanders into service for subsistence wages, alongside Indians, Hong Kongers, Singaporeans, Afrikaaners, and others from across the Empire, as well as those from other nations eager to start over.

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Still, competition was rising, and Arcadia needed a new angle (other than...discretion :p), so since the nearby Wagner Hotel & Theater run by a group of German expats had found success by also running a regional airship route that flew mail and passengers from Madras (a terminus for the Great Indian Penisula Railway) to Port Blair and thence to Georgetown and other Andaman islands, George thought that Alex's skills in managing a small fighter pilot squadron meant he could make and manage faster airplane routes to bring passengers from Port Blair to Georgetown, whereupon they could be flown around his island. Alex accepted and moved his son to Georgetown Island in August 1919. Soon, the Sergeant was in command of four Sopwith Gnu seaplanes, and eventually eight passenger seaplanes and one cargo/passenger seaplane by the mid-1920s due to increasing demand and a lucrative monopoly granted by the British government on airplane travel to the area (which Wagner Hospitality resented, desperately clinging to their aging airship while being boxed out of competing with airplanes of their own, especially after the Hindenburg disaster made airship travel seem too dangerous.)

Alex Jr., meanwhile, made friends with the children of artists, scientists, inventors, and explorers from all over the world at the Georgetown Island Academy, as well as learned from the schools of fish "he" would marvel at while snorkeling in technicolor coral reefs, and took flight lessons with "his" father, which were a rare moment "he" felt "his" father proud of "him."

Yet, as something began to change about Alex, not all was paradise. "He" developed more and more feminine behaviors and features. "His" father was convinced he could beat manhood into "him" with an empty liquor bottle most nights, but it was not to be. George intervened when he realized Alex was an "invert" like him, and demanded that his brother accept the budding young woman Alex Jr. was becoming. Alex Sr. took his plane on a drunken ride on May 29th, 1929, just two days shy of Alex Jr's 16th birthday, and crashed it into the jungle instead. Alex Jr.'s birthday present was seeing her father's body washing up on the shore with a back full of spears and arrows. With that, George legally renamed and then adopted Alexandra Dean.

Then came the Great Depression, and times got hard for New Georgetown Island, with many of the other hotels selling to private buyers as barely used second homes (usually for hidden lovers of all genders) or being left to crumble until there were just Arcadia and Wagner left to duke it out for the dwindling tourist business. Wagner weathered the storm by catering to vacationing Nazi elites, who made Alex Jr. extremely uncomfortable with their stares (as she knew they would react bealdy if they discovered her penis, which did not change), while Arcadia had to cut most of its staff and sell off all but a single De Havilland Albatross and a Piper Cub J-2, returning to its roots as a getaway for those who were wealthy enough to escape villification by European society. To help out, Alexandra, who had already been filling in for some of the more experienced pilots when there was still hope for a heyday around 1931, became the sole pilot of both aircraft by 1937, at the ripe old age of 24. However, she had stopped having any physical changes at all in 1933 and was secretly sneaking off on dangerous night expeditions across the island to try to figure out what the source of this island's mysterious waters of youth was. The natives who remained free of European influence were of course not happy about this so ended up shooting arrows at her plane on occasion, and then there were also the German anthropologists, backed by heavily armed mercenaries, to deal with.

And then you come along to this gorgeous paradise full of dark secrets, secret bloodshed, all sorts of hidden sexual debauchery, and a female pilot there to guide you wherever you want to go with a secret of her own...

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