Unfortunately, the proper authorities taking charge meant that someone would have to live on the deserted island permanently to keep law and order.
Fortunately, there were a number of people who wanted to live on a deserted island.
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray.
Unfortunately the powers that be permitted on the island only enough permanent residents that would be acceptable for an average Antarctic polar station.
Fortunately, the group that went got along very well and built a nice community.
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray.
Unfortunately, the small community of geologists, environmentalists and other technical experts had to obey sometimes onerously strict laws about garbage disposal etc.
Fortunately, those laws did help keep the settlement clean and orderly.
Unfortunately the tourists were expected to keep the same laws, which meant that they weren't permitted to litter the island with rubbish they had bought on the ships.
Fortunately very few tourists could afford the cost of visiting the island, so there wasn't much actual litter to worry about.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Unfortunately, with a drop in demand, there was no longer any way of transporting rubbish off shore, or bringing in goods and water from the outside world, so the island was abandoned.
Fortunately, that allowed the island's ecosystem to restabilize.
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray.
Unfortunately, where there are volcanoes there are active faultlines and so the poor island was subjected to earthquakes, a cyclone or two and then another volcanic explosion.
Fortunately, no one was harmed as no one was living on the island.
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray.
Unfortunately there was nobody to film or document the events, leading to a gap in knowledge which could have affected the nearest islands.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Fortunately, there remained a record that the island ever existed at all, and the findings of the scientific team which once lived on the island.
Unfortunately, the scientific findings were mixed with the very unscientific journals of multiple residents.
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray.