That much was true. There here hundreds of islands dotting the Lucidian Ocean and they had only personally visited a few of those. If anyone would have discovered such an activity, though, it would have been the Water Ashari - the druids who guarded the portal to the elemental plane of water. They had not met any from that particular group, but the ingenuity and cleverness of other Ashari was well known.
"Wonderful," J'mon smiled and leaned back in their chair, closing the now-dried book as they began to tuck items away in a small brown satchel. "I suspect the ghosts may not take fondly to many changes in their environment. Despite the movements of the hotel, shifting rooms, and whatnot, I have noticed they like things a very particular way." Even with a permanency spell, the changes they attempted to implement in their own room - at least the ones made with magic - were always reset at Midnight with everything else. It was frustrating. But not so much they didn't continue to attempt to make the magic stick.
"Shall we?" they asked, rising from the table and sliding the little satchel over their shoulder.