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"My" version to Gardemoth/Lady Espeon's story, Life in Seabank, is FINALLY here!!! :D :) In this chapter, you will find the first three chapters that she wrote. The next one, Chapter 4, will be up to me! :) And EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER AFTER THAT!!!!!!!!! :D :) This story will have roughly 20 chapters, give or take a few.

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Life in Seabank

Continued from Lady Espeon/Gardemoth's story; she let me take it over. I will pick up where she left off. Anyway, a rough summary is: Seabank is a nice little town by the ocean. Isabell is the human who inhabits it. However, somebody comes and wants to destroy Seabank and turn it into something else…. can Isabell stop it from happening?

Characters: Samson, Daisy, Wart Jr., Freckles, Bob, Blaire, Elmer, and Rasher.

Key: Narration "Speech" Thought

Chapter 1

The sun peaked over the horizon, lining everything in its wake a blurry gold. A salty aroma from the sea gently floated to the nearby town on a gust of wind, causing the occasional weeds to sway slightly in the breeze. The town was calm, and peaceful anyway you looked at it. A roaring waterfall gave off a pearly glow from the morning sun, further radiating the town's picturesque quality. With a hardy orchard of peach trees, Seabank was fairly sublime, with a good shop run by one of the local residence, Tom Nook.

It also had a tailor, run by another local couple, sisters Sable and Mable. Speaking of local residence, it's about time the others woke up, aside the few choice animals that chose to sleep in. Among these leisurely animals, was one friendly girl. Although she wasn't an animal, the other townsfolk thought it a joy to have her in the town.

Her name was Isabell. She was a hard-working soul, and the story you are reading now is focused mainly around her. On this particular day, Isabell would wake up to the most horrible thing ever.... that is, if she couldn't stop it from happening.

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Isabell woke up to find the new sun high in the clear, blue sky, a few rays sneaking their way to pool on the floor of Isabell's room in quivering puddles. With a small smile and a yawn, Isabell flung the blanket off her, and stood up, smoothing the creases in her rose shirt, and adjusting the four-leaf clover tucked behind her right ear. Isabell languidly rotated her shoulders, and headed down stairs. The familiar mellow bubble of the outdoor bath hit her eardrums at once. Another smile, larger this time, creeped its way onto Isabell's face.

"Morning, Chubbs," she greeted her fish; ironically, a Pale Chub. Chubbs greeted Isabell with much enthusiasm. Still smiling, Isabell grabbed a container of fish food off the cabana bookcase next to Chubbs's tank, flipped open the lid, and shook some flakes into the tank. Chubbs eagerly munched away at his breakfast. Isabell then went over to the mirror. Her blue-eyed reflection stared back. Isabell sighed, and proceeded to separate her hair into three parts. There were pink circles on her cheeks.

Stifling a giggle, Isabell put the fish food back on its shelf, and headed out for her daily round of fishing and shell collecting. The town was the same, day after day, and Isabell's neighbors were always out and about. But today was different. As she started towards the sea, she was stopped as a voice cried out.

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"Isabell! Wait, Isabell!" Isabell turned around, shocked, to face a panting and sweating Bob.

"Oh. Is there a problem?" asked Isabell.

"Yes. A BIG one! Tortimer wants everybody to the Town Hall." Bob explained.

"Well, then, we should go!" replied Isabell. The two raced off towards the Town Hall. As they arrived, Isabell noticed that everybody in town was there. There was Sable, Mable, Tom Nook and Blathers....Brewster and Celeste.... even Booker and Copper were there!

A low buzz of anxiety rippled through out the crowd. Suddenly, a voice called, "Quiet! Quiet, everyone!" Everyone turned to see that it was Phyllis who shouted. Then, the door swung open, and out stepped Tortimer, a grim expression set on his face.

"Alright, I want everyone to listen up!" he commanded. Everybody was quiet, and listened. "Now, as most of you know, from Copper and Booker, that something terrible has happened. Someone wants to buy Seabank to turn it into a sea side hotel business."

The townsfolk were shocked.

"What're we gonna do??!" cried Daisy.

"What's going to happen to us?!" wailed Elmer.

"Alright, alright now. Let's not panic," coaxed Tortimer. Several others nodded in agreement. "Who in their right mind would want to buy a beautiful town such as this?" wondered Freckles.

"Oh. That would be me," answered a smooth, musical voice that sounded like milk and honey. The crowd turned to face the animal that produced the voice. And standing there, hooves on hips, was a....

Chapter 2

And standing there, hooves on hips, was Arstonese J. Bull, a 5' 6'' bull that was born into a very rich family. Throughout childhood and adolescence, he never played with any of the other children in his class, and always preferred to think of new business ideas for the future. Eventually, he got word of an un-polluted, almost un-populated town in a carved-out hollow in the face of a seaside cliff. As a young bull, he always thought of owning a popular hotel business, and he decided to buy this town as the perfect location.

Frobert stared at him. Monique rubbed her red nose. Everybody wanted to tell him to back off, but no one found the voice to say it to his face. That is, nobody except Isabell. "Do you honestly take us for goofs?" she asked harshly.

Arstonese was overcome by a shocked expression, but it was quickly replaced with a smirk. "Do I win anything if I say 'yes'?" he replied.

A grumble of anger rose from the crowd.

"Hey! I'm no goof!" shouted Freckles. Arstonese chuckled to himself.

"Well, I'm sorry if I offended anyone." He offered, "I just think that I have something that your mayor might like." Tortimer pushed his way through the pulsing crowd of worried animals.

"Yes?" he answered breathlessly. A smile crept its way onto Arstonese's face.

He reached into his shining red sports jacket and produced a very generous sum of money, which he handed out to Tortimer, the sly smile still on his face. Tortimer looked blankly at it. "So?" he asked curtly. Tortimer received a childish look from Arstonese.

"Duh. Take it," he explained.

Tortimer pushed the money towards Arstonese. "I don't need it," he said.

Arstonese sighed heavily. "Look," he said. "I want to buy Seabank."

Everyone was completely shocked. Rasher and Freckles dropped their fishing poles. Pelly and Phyllis's beaks fell open. No one said a word. Tortimer's face was contorted in rage and shock. He grimaced, and said, "I'm not selling Seabank." He hissed. It was Arstonese's turn to be shocked.

"But.... But…."

"I said NO!"

Isabell stepped up. "Yeah!" she yelled. Isabell took her slingshot out. "And if you come around again, get ready for a lot of pain!" she promised.

Sable and Mable also stepped up. "Yeah! We'll fight you before you even get out of the gate!" they growled in unison. Isabell shot a pebble at Arstonese's hoof.

"OW!" he yelled. Isabell waved the slingshot at him threateningly.

"All right, all right, I'm going," he mumbled. "But I'll be back; I'm not going to stop until I get Seabank!" he whispered to himself.

Chapter 3

The old sun departed, sinking low into the sea, turning it into a churning froth of reds and golds and oranges. As Isabell crawled into her Classic bed, her thoughts were turned on the day earlier. That bull brought nothing but trouble. Well, dwelling on it will only keep me awake. I'd better go to sleep; I'll need the rest for tomorrow, Isabell thought. So she closed her eyes, letting K.K. Mambo lull her into a fitful, uneasy sleep.

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The next morning came the same, bright pools of sunlight on the floor of her bedroom. Isabell forgot the event that had happened the day before, attention currently on the Hammerhead shark in the corner as it swam in a continuous loop. She looked around. After Arstonese left, Isabell went down to the sea, and caught a Coelacanth. She had also rearranged the upstairs and downstairs rooms. There was the Washer/Dryer that continued its round of washing and drying. Freckles' picture accompanied the radio on the glass top table.

The ticking of the Antique clock was drowned out by the music. Isabell slipped out of her bed, adjusting her vogue top and four leaf clover again, and headed downstairs. The room had changed a bit. The TV was gone, as well as the birdcage. A Coelacanth sat across from the Dorado. Instead of Cafe' K.K. playing, there was Marine Song 2001. Isabell had gotten it from K.K. Slider. She didn't bother feeding the fish; they were well fed and already fat. Isabell slipped out of her house, and pulled out her map.

There's a new house! Isabell thought. The name beside the house icon was "Tangy". Isabell smiled. There was another resident, and that meant that Seabank grew. But, Isabell didn't bother going to meet her. She had more important things to do. Such as, donating to the Seabank Museum, and paying off her mortgage. But first, she'd pay a visit to Sable and Mable at their shop. Y'know, I should stop by The Roost and pick up some coffee for Sable, Mabel and me, Isabell thought with a smile.

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As Isabell walked to the Museum, she thought about the clouds. She finally got to the Museum (though it was only a short walk) and headed into the basement that was converted into a coffee shop. Every day, it was the same: Brewster shining coffee cups, and the piano being lazily played.

"Greetings, Isabell. Come by for some coffee?" Brewster asked.

"Yes," Isabell replied. "But this time, I'd like to take it with me."

The look on Brewster's feathery face was quizzical, but he took a large thermos and poured almost the entire pot into it. "Here you go. That will be 400 bells, please," said Brewster. Isabell took the thermos and paid him.

"Thanks," said Isabell.

It was a much longer walk to the Able Sisters' shop, so Isabell enjoyed the time getting there. She passed by Monique, who was staring at a butterfly, and Elmer, who was looking at a fish swimming in the river.

Freckles, who was chasing after a bumble bee, waved and called out, "Hi, Isabell! Nice day; isn't it?!"

Isabell's face was adorned with a warm smile. Coincidentally, Isabell had taken the sea route. A warm wind was blowing, and the water was abnormally above freezing. Isabell shrugged, as she knew it was the sun that had warmed the sea water.

Low buzzing was coming from the bumble bees flying around the surrounding flowers. Isabell couldn't help but stop. She walked over to a tree, shook it lightly, and three peaches fell down. Isabell picked them up, and put two of them in her pocket. Then, she went back to the shore line, slipped out of her shoes, put down the thermos, and waded in to her ankles. Isabell's smile widened until all her teeth were showing. The water was pleasantly warm, licking her feet and ankles. She waded back out of the sea, and started again to the shop, this time barefoot, shoes in hand. It was still a bit to the shop, so she didn't stop this time.

Along the way, she bit into the peach she had picked up, juice dripping down her chin. Summer is so wonderful, Isabell thought.

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The little wooden door of the Able Sisters' shop swung open, and in stepped a barefoot, smiling Isabell.

"Welcome! Welcome to the Able Sisters', where YOU are the fashion designer!" greeted Mable happily.

"Hi, Mabel; hi, Sable!" cried Isabell happily.

"Oh, hi Isabell!" smiled Sable.

"Hey, Sable; Mabel?" asked Isabell.

"Yes?" answered Sable.

"Would you like to take a little break?" asked Isabell. Sable stopped sewing. Mable blinked. "I picked up some coffee before I came here," Isabell explained.

Sable smiled; sniffling a bit. "Oh, thank you, Isabell!" she said huskily.

"Oh, it's no problem," Isabell assured the two fashionable sisters. She pulled out two cups that she had brought, opened the thermos, and poured coffee into the cups and the thermos lid.

She handed one cup to Mabel, and the other to Sable. Isabell, Sable, and Mabel clinked their cups together, and chorused, "To friends!" Then, they gulped the coffee down thirstily. After they drank their coffee, Sable, Mabel, and Isabell sat and talked for about half an hour.

The new, golden sun was high in the sky, obscured by small puffs of pure white. Isabell waved good-bye as she left the tailor shop. It was wonderfully warm, and a cool breeze ruffling the trees' leaves. Isabell thought it perfect. That is, until a horrible screeching noise filled the air.