When the trio had spent their last ounce of energy trying to survive in the mire of thick fluid, a huge hand of billowing cloud swept them up from the churning ocean. Â As they were brought higher into the sky, none of them had the strength to adequately show their surprise and fear at their new dilemma.
  As they ascended on their misty makeshift elevator, the travelers saw that the hand was attached to an ever-changing swirling body resembling freefloating cotton balls, complete with a round, friendly face which puffed out like cotton candy as it smiled down upon them.
 The oddity opened it's mouth and tried to speak to them, but all Grant and his companions could hear was the whistling of the gale force winds which escaped it's lips.  Hunkering down against the power of such currents, the three men cried out for mercy, thinking they were about to lose their lives.
 Just as abruptly as the winds began, they ceased as the mouth closed and two smaller grey clouds formed concerned brows over the gentle, soft silver eyes of the mist being.  It's eyes intently searched the horizon a moment, as if deciding on a proper place to deposit the weary souls within it's grasp.
 Sunlight filtered through the smiling lips as the storm began to clear and the misted one drifted to the Island.  Gently resting it's concentrated hand on the sand and, allowing the mist of it's flesh to evaporate, it blinked and nodded at the men as they felt solid ground beneath their bodies once more.
 Ascending back into the atmosphere, the creature poked it's head out from the friendly, white, cumulous clouds dotting the skyline.  Suddenly, sunlight danced behind it's face as a backdrop, an obvious sign of joy.  Very gently, it closed it's eyes and whispered ever so lightly, "Wisp", a cool breeze wafting over the men as a name was revealed.