After days without seeing the gift of land, the shores of the island ahead look calming. The ship rocks gently along with the waves, but Danny hardly notices it over the crying seagulls. It was just so refreshing. The light winds push the sail, as the ship glides towards the small mass of land.

"Well, this must be Smoke Island. At least, that's what the map says." Danny says to himself, taking a quick glance at the map. He carefully guides the ship into the built port. He tosses the navy anchor off the ship, keeping at the dock. He hops down from the ship onto the dock with his clean white coat is blown with the breeze.

Looking around, the shore gives an unusually hollow feel. Not a single person stood on the sand despite the decent weather outside and the only thing making sound in the beach is the shallow waves that reaches in and out of the sand and the seagulls gliding across the sky. But even with those things around it still felt like a private beach.

Nobody here? That's odd. Even the rainy days at my home were more lively than this. Danny thought to himself.

He looks up in front of him and found an open repair store and saw that it had what he needed. Hastily, he gathers all the supplies he needs. Extra panels of wood, nails and hammers, and a few meters of rope. He rang the bell at the front, waiting for the cashier to come up when he approached the counter.

He turns around and looks up the hill just outside of the shop. There lies an enormous puff of smog that almost obscures the horizon beyond. In shock, he stumbles back.

"That's a lot of pollution." He said as he gazes in awe. He looks around the store. He rings the bell once again. The cashier finally walks up, yawning.

"What do you want, kiddo?"

"How much is this?" He asks, gesturing to the number of things he'd picked out.

"Ten thousand Bellies." The shop owner grunted.

"Huh. Can't afford that. Is it possible for me to get a discount?"

"No."

Danny awkwardly stares at the owner when given out the straight-to-the-point answer.

"... not even for a thousand Bellies?" He begs the cashier.

"We have a policy to never give discounts." the owner frowns. "Now scram."

"See I'm on a really tight budget," Danny points his right hand outward and away. It then sharpens and he slams it into the counter. His hand cuts through the wooden structure with ease. "I don't really feel like getting all that rough today. But I really need these."

"Just take them!", The owner quivers in fear.

"I will." The owner falls to the floor as Danny heads for the exit. Danny turns his head slightly. "And another thing..."

The owner jumps slightly at the thought of Danny returning. "Y-Y-Yes?"

Danny walks back to the man. He grabs him by the collar, hand still as sword. "What's up with that Smoke at the top of the hill?"

"It's the Edgeton Factory."

"Edgeton Factory? The production site of the next generation?"

"Yes. It's the only thing that keeps this island on the map. Keeps us relevant. Useful to the government."

"Hmmm. I just might pay the owner a visit."

"Please just spare me! I have a daughter."

"What makes you think I won't?"

The owner averts his gaze towards the damaged counter and Danny's arm.

"Oh my!" Danny exclaims. His hand immediately changes back to normal. "I'm so sorry. I've been trying to put up a tough guy act. I must have gotten a bit carried away."

Danny cracks a little bit of a guilty smile. "Tell you what. After I visit the factory, I'll help you fix up your shop, deal?"

The owner is baffled at his sudden change in attitude. "U-u-um, s-sure." He reluctantly agrees as he witnesses Danny run off, whose hand is returning to normal.