User:The A-Kong/Island Journal

Day one
I woke up this morning face-down on a beach, wearing a torn wetsuit, and a smashed scuba mask. Then I remembered the incident with the ship. Never take a black puffle near highly-flammable substances. I sat up, and gasped at what I saw. I saw a shing blue river flowing into the ocean that was lapping at my feet. The sun towered over a beatiful sand-coloured cliff face. A sparkling waterfall ran into to the river. A beautiful flower field was on the left hand side of the river, with a clearing to the right. Cute wild puffles bounced across the ground, basking in the hot tropical sun.