Third Person's POV:

News travels fast on Waffle Island. From mouth to ear, everyone seemed to know that there was someone new coming to the island. Most people (the older generation) thought that this was nothing, but to Luke Carpentee, it made him psyched to learn that someone new was coming.

Everyday, it seemed, to his best friend, Owen Ramsey, Luke would ramble (actually he rambled daily) about the kid coming. Age, gender and when they were coming for where the questions Luke asked hourly.

Which is not uncommon for Luke to demand answers. Owen was starting to get really annoyed.

"Luke, you will find out when they get here!" Owen kind of yelled. Much to his dismay, Luke kept talking, not YELLING, about this new guy.

"COME ON, BUDDY! YOUR GRANDPA IS IN WITH MAYOR HAMMY! YOU SHOULD KNOW!" Owen thought that Luke was going to burst his ear drum at this rate.

"Luke, I have no clue what so... woah look at those storm clouds! We'd better get inside before it gets messy!"

Newcomer's POV

Pascal was asking me FAR too many questions while we were going to Waffle Island.

"So, whats your name again?" I rolled my eyes and thought 'This guy must be the most forgetful person on Waffle Island.'

"Take a guess," I muttered under my breath. "It shouldn't be a trick question."

Without warning, the sky turned pitch black and the boat rocked from side to side.

" WOAH THERE!" yelled the very forgetful sea captain" THE WATERS WERE CALM AND NOW THERE ARE NOW LIKE A MAD SEA HORSE!"

I giggled under my breath about the part about the Sea Horse. Suddenly, a wave took a turn for the worst and shot us every where.

*BONK* My butt made that sound as it hit the deck, HARD. I started sliding across the deck and I hit my head on some random thing. With that, I went black...

Luke's POV

*whoosh whoosh* I could hear the wind whooshing outside. "Whoosh whoosh," I muttered, copying the wind.

"Why are you so...um...calm?" My bestest buddy, Owen Ramsey, asked me. " You are normally jumping off the wall in this kind of weather, like the house is going to burn down in the middle of poring rain or something?"

My annoying, little half-brother, Bo, agreed with Owen. "Though the odds of that happening are slim to nothing."

I rolled my eyes and said, " I'm kinda worried. Isn't the new guy 'possed to come today? 'Cause the weather is a little...weird...is there a typhoon?"

My dad, Pops or Dale, snickered and answered me, "Luke, typhoons are much tougher and they uproot trees. This is your everyday storm. You won't die because the typhoon will rip up the house."

I felt really stupid and I sat down on a chair and looked at the floor.

Newcomers POV

After about a week of not doing ANYTHING, I finally got to farm.

But not really. I had to be taught how to farm by some cranky, old man named Craig.

He called me a jerk and a slacker, but in the end, I think he liked me.

I think one reason was that his wife was pregnant and she was cranky so it made him cranky, too.

The guy taught me and I learned...a little bit, but he REALLY got on my nerves.

So I kinda slacked off, which probably deemed me worthy of the nickname "Slacker."

But still, thats pretty mean. His wife told me that he has headaches a lot and they run out of Tylenol and he takes them to get rid of them. But he said that he had a migraine.

Oh, well. I'm going to go explore the island and hope to meet some more people to meet.

All the people I know so far seem like idiots. I don't think I'll talk to them ever again so yeah.

Owen's POV

For some reason, my hammer felt heavier then normal. Was I coming down with Miner Flu? Hope not. If you get it, you will probably die from it. I cringed. That's how my dad died. My mom had died when she was in labour with me. Freaky, right? I hit the rock again, harder.

"Hi!" chirped a happy voice behind me. "How are you?"

I spun around to a girl, in about her late teens. She must the newcomer everyone was talking about.

"My name is Molly! I'm the new resident!"

Was I right or was I right?

Oh...she looked French. Should I try out my French on her? I know I was born here in Japan, but still.

"Bonjour," I stumbled over the world like a baby learning to walk. Why, why, why did I try out my French? Now, she won't date me.

Molly then started speaking French and gibberish and a little Japanese, which was all I understood.

When she was finished she smiled real big and asked, "So, didja catch what I said? Oh, wait. You have a blank expression on your face. Lemme repeat what I said: My name is Molly Anne Brown, I'm 19 years old and I came to farm. What is your name?"

I looked at her for about five seconds before saying, "Umm, my name? Oh, my name is Owen Copper Ramsey. Yeah, my middle name is copper. You see, my mom...she died...like while she was in labour. Soooo she died, which left my dad to name me. He likes… no, he loved copper. But, when I was five years old, he died of Miner Flu. He liked to mine…and breathed in a lotta gas. So he really sick and...he...died. You can tell...ahh never mind."

Woah! Did I just do that? What was that for? I don't ramble, Luke does, though. Was I turning into Luke?

"I have to go," Molly said to me. "I'll talk to you soon! Bye!"

"Bye," I dragged out the word longer then I meant to.

"Gotta go tell Luke!"

A/N: I choose to use l Hakari/Molly because well I thought she would better and yeah, ya know, like that. :-)

Luke's POV

"LUKE!" I shot around to see Owen running toward me. "LUKE, GUESS WHAT!"

"WHAT!" I yelled twice as loud as Owen. "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! WHAT IS IT WHAT! TELL ME!"

"Well, I meant the new person thats 'possed to come today… well... THE GUY'S HERE AND ITS A GIRL!" Owen yelled.

My eyes went as big as plates when Owen said, "its a girl!"

"When is she coming to marry me...ahh to meet me?" I shouted to Owen.

"Well...she did say to me that she had fishing lessons with Toby...so...I don't know!"

"PERFECT!" I yelled so loud that birds flew out of the trees 'cuz I was so loud. "THEN SHE IS GOING TO HAVE COOKING LESSONS WITH CHASE, FOLLOW BY A SESSION ON HOW TO MAKE MEDICINE WITH DR. JIN, THEN SHE WILL LEARN HOW TO BE MAYOUR WITH GILL, AND THEN YOU WILL TEACH HER HOW TO MINE. AND THEN BY THE TIME SHE GETS TO ME, SHE'LL BE MARRIED AND HAVE 1,000,000,000,000,000, KIDS!"

Owen stared at me and said, "That's a lotta kids, ya know?"

"FORGET THE KIDS! WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY IS...SHE WON'T MARRY ME NOW! GRRRR!"

"Woah there, Grizzly Bear. Go get some honey and get sweet. You don't know if that will happen for sure!"

"ROAR!" I roared for extra measure.

Molly's POV

"Well done, Molly. You're learning well!" Toby Fishing, the blue-haired calm, fisherman said to me.

Aggghh, how much longer was this supposed to take? For the past hour, I had been learn how to cast, how to take the fish off the hook, and, worst of all, how to tell the fish apart. I was getting so frustrated that I thought I might puke all over Toby's tradishal Japanese outfit.

"Now, Molly, repeat after me, okay?"

"Yes, Master Toby," I called annoying, people "Master." But, they don't know that 'cuz Toby was delighted when I called him "Master."

"The fish are always scared of people, so be very gentle. Also, fish are a semi-endanger species, so we must be careful when reeling in."

FOR THE LOVE OF THE HARVEST GODDESS! If a darn fish was a "semi-endanger species" WHY FISH THEN?

"And, now," Master Toby said after I copied him. "We are now ready to take what we have learned and put onto practice! This is an exciting moment indeed!" EXCITING MOMENT!? I would have more fun eating cow poop then fish! And fishing was this guys favourite hobby! *Awkward*

" 'k, Toby, I still haven't ment the whole town yet so can I go soon, or as in NOW? Please?" I begged Toby about an hour later.

"Why, of course, NOT! You must stay till we learn how to gut a fish!"

Blaaa SLAP! I threw up all over my boots, Toby's boots and the sand.

"I suppose you should go see Dr. Jin. Feel well, soon, Molly."

VICTORY! My fake puke worked! I don't have to fish anymore :-)