I had a hard time picking a name for this story. :( But I picked one, and I like it! I hope you guys love this story. It's probably going to be one of the best I've written (hopefully)! This is most likely the longest chapter I've EVER written. Hurray!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or any of its characters.

Time for the story!

The Beginning

I leaned against the rail of the ferry and breathed in the ocean air. I always loved the ocean. As a child, I loved going to my grandparent's cottage along the shore of the ocean.

I leaned further across the rail, and felt the ocean spray against my face. Someone walked up behind me, and leaned on the rail beside me. I looked over and saw a girl about my age. She had pink hair and brown eyes. She had a red headband on, and wore a green shirt. She had blue pants, and an apron that looked like a skirt.

She turned her head and looked at me. "Hello," she said. "I'm Natalie."

"Chelsea," I said, smiling.

Natalie nodded, and looked back at the ocean. A boy then walked up beside Natalie. He had pink hair and brown eyes, just like her. He was wearing big round glasses, a blue shirt, light blue jeans, and a green apron like Natalie's.

He looked at me and smiled. "Hello," he said cheerfully. "I'm Elliot!"

"Hi," I said. "I'm Chelsea."

He smiled again, and looked at the ocean.

The three of us stood there silently. The sun was beginning to sink slowly beneath the horizon.

"Elliot! Natalie!" A raspy voice sounded behind us. We all turned and saw an old man standing a few metres away from us. "Time to go eat!"

"Bye, Chelsea," Natalie said and went to join the old man.

"Bye," Elliot said cheerfully, and ran after Natalie.

I sighed and rested my chin on my hands. I was all alone now. The sailors were probably somewhere else, eating. So were all the other passengers.

I sighed again and began walking to my cabin. I unlocked the door and fell onto the bed. I closed my eyes, and soon I was asleep.

When I opened my eyes, the ship was rocking violently. It was pitch black, and I reached for the lamp. When I tried to turn it on, it wouldn't work. I cursed under my breath, and clambered out of bed.

I peered out of the porthole, and saw that the sky was pitch black and covered with dark grey clouds. The ship rocked again, and I grasped the ledge of the porthole for support.

Lightning crashed in the sky, and the ship rocked violently. I fell to the floor, nearly hitting my head on the corner of the bedside table. I tried getting up, but the ship rocked violently again, sending me back onto the floor.

Lightning crashed again overhead, and huge rolls of thunder banged. I didn't know what to do. I was terrified. I tried getting up again, but I just ended up back on the floor.

Another bolt of lightning lit up the sky. This time, I was convinced it had struck the boat. There was a loud crash, and then the sound of splitting wood.

We were sinking.

The floor began to tip, and soon I was nearly standing on the wall. I tried running out of my cabin as fast as I could. I yanked open the door and seawater flooded in. I slid down the hall, and burst through the door onto the deck. It was pelting rain, and lightning was still crashing in the sky.

I slid down the deck, and found myself standing on the rail. The boat had split in two. I began trying to climb up the deck, trying to get away from the freezing cold water.

The door to the hallway swung open, and Natalie and Elliot cam sliding down the deck towards me.

"We're sinking!" Elliot cried.

"No!" Natalie said sarcastically. "We're flying!"

The side of the boat we were on tipped a bit more, and soon enough it was floating vertically in the water. It slowly began sinking into the ocean.

Natalie screamed, and Elliot began hyperventilating. I'm not even kidding. He was breathing, short, quick breaths.

I looked around frantically, and saw a piece of wood floating in the water.

"Follow me!" I screamed above the rain and lightning.

I jumped into the water, and began swimming to the board. The waves kept sweeping me farther and farther away from the board. I was certain I had just doomed myself.

After minutes of thrashing in the ocean, I reached the board. Natalie and Elliot reached it a few seconds later. We were all gasping and clinging to the board for dear life.

We floated aimlessly for hours. The storm kept raging, sweeping us to who knows where. We had tried numerous times to sit on the board, but we always ended up back in the water. Elliot just clung to the board, his face pure white. Natalie and I hung on the board, frozen with fear.

The storm eventually calmed, and disappeared. It looked as if there had never been one. Elliot still looked terrified.

"What are we going to do?" he cried. "Wander around the ocean until we DIE? I don't wanna die!"

Natalie glared at him. "We're not gonna die, numbskull!" she screamed. "We're going to live!"

"How?" Elliot wailed. "Do you see an island around here somewhere? A boat?"

"Yes," Natalie said, and pointed to the horizon.

Elliot squinted, and tried to look for what she was pointing to.

"Come on!" Natalie said. "You have those big glasses! Can't you see with them?"

Elliot shot Natalie and evil look, and grabbed the glasses off his face. He then proceeded to try and clean them. After putting them back on, he looked at the horizon again.

"Oh," he said a few seconds later. "I see it now!"

Natalie sighed, and hit her head again the board.

I began kicking madly, trying to get us to the island faster. Natalie and Elliot watched me, and then started kicking.

About half-an-hour later, we washed up on the beach.

"Land!" Elliot screamed, and fell to his knees.

Natalie sighed, and leaned against a huge, seaweed covered boulder. I collapsed on the ground, and kept taking huge, long breaths.

"I can't believe we made it!" Elliot cried, and grabbed fistfuls of sand.

Natalie fell to the ground, leaning against the boulder. I got up and walked over to her. She looked sad and panicky.

"What do you think happened to Mom and Grandpa?" she asked Elliot.

Elliot bit his lip, and looked just as panicky as Natalie. "I don't know," he said nervously. "Do you think they made it?"

"I hope so," Natalie whispered.

I looked from one to the other. "I'm sure they made it," I said, trying to reassure them. I got up and tried to wipe the sand off my soaking wet clothes.

"Why don't we go explore this island?" I asked them.

They both sighed, but got up.

"Maybe Mom and Grandpa washed up on this island," Elliot said hopefully.

"What are the chances of that?" Natalie scoffed.

We walked across the warm sand, and onto the cold stone path.

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