The waves emanating from No Man’s Land crashed along the sandy shore of this untouched island. Above the shores was something that looked quite blue.
“Father!”
“Yes, Ezelius?”
“There’s sand! Oooh! I wonder if it’s the same as Palo Town’s!”
“O’ course it’s the same as Palo Town’s, boy, it’s just an island. Islands are made of sand.”
“But Father! We’re in No Man’s Land! Anything could be possible! There might even be-”
“Shush your talking, Ezelius.” “WE ARE APPROACHING THE LAND! BRING THE SAILS UP, LADS!”
The boy and the father hurried to the plank; and anchored to the shore they set out to find out if this island was indeed normal; unlike the anomalous properties often found in No Man’s Land.
The boy grabbed onto his father in wonder of the bright orange cube in front of them. The father warned his son not to go close, but the son did not hear him.
“EZELIUS! GET BACK HERE! GEEET BAAACK HEEEERE!” “DON’T TOUCH THAT CUBE-”
And, in a flash of light, poor Ezelius fainted on the sandy shores of the island, of which the grass looked gray and the sandy shores blue. The father picked up his son, heaving him onto his back, and made it back onto the ship where the island burned in flames.
Sim Eel; the Co-Captain, was coughing up ash and smoke; as did the crew.
“UNFURL THE SAILS IF YA WANNA LIVE!”
The man hurried with his still faint son in his arms, down to his Quarters, and put his son on the floor, and scurried to where a drawer was open, and took out a compass that had a purple tint to it.