"A small island called Summerview," Luke answered honestly, looking away now that Charlie had stopped talking. "It's a cloaked island not too far off the coast of Florida." Magic protected them from pretty much all bad weather, which was nice, and they got to enjoy the sun all year around. "Since people like me - and my friends - are usually hunted where I come from, it's better that we have somewhere to hide."
He took another brush and wrote, in very tiny (and admittedly untidy) cursive script Help me, leaving it to try before painting over it. In fifty years, someone would chip away at it and see that the person who had painted this had needed help.
"Not sure I'm liking this place all that much, if I'm honest."