Rewrite to the other story! So yeah, after finishing my Vaughn POV story, I felt the need to redo this one. I got some awesome feedback from it, so I though, what the heck? Why not make it better?

Harvest Moon (c) Natsume

If there's a prize for rotten judgment, I guess I've already won that

No man is worth the aggravation, That's ancient history, been there, done that.

Chapter 1 - Rotten Judgment

Chelsea was a twenty-one year old girl who had recently acquired some land on a once abandoned island; suggestively named by another woman as Sunny Island. Chelsea had been shipwrecked with a group of four back in the springtime, it being mid-summer now. The four others were a family: an old man named Taro, his daughter Felicia and her two kids Elliot and Natalie. Taro had been a famer once and taught Chelsea everything she knew about farming.

Chelsea wiped her brow and smiled. Yes; life on the island was fun. She had many friends and even a certain someone whom she cared about greatly. Her smile widened.

She had a boyfriend on the island: a fisherman named Denny. He lived on the beach; as close to the biggest body of water he could come by. She loved him for his ambition and his sense of humor. Plus, he was the first guy to ever show an interest in her.

She sighed. She was going to go see him when she finished with her farm work. She still had to weed the crops, feed her animals and groom them all. With another sigh, she got back to weeding.

With a wide grin on her face, Chelsea raced down to the beach. It was near noon, about the best time to catch the fisherman on the dock. When she got past the cliffs near town, she saw a familiar tan back, purple bandana and little black bird. Her grin widening, she slowed to a fast walk and headed towards Denny.

"Guess who?" she said as she covered his eyes from behind.

He laughed. "Hm...I dunno, it could be anybody."

She giggled. "Oh come on, Den, guess!"

He tensed up slightly, but sighed deeply. "Hey Chels."

She frowned. She was expecting him to rattle off names instead of saying her name. Besides that, why had he tensed up? She was an intelligent person and knew this was not a good sign.

She ignored it momentarily and sat down next to him with a sigh. "The ocean is rather pretty today, isn't it?"

He sighed. "You say that every day, Chels. The ocean never changes."

"Does so. The water is always moving, so it never stays in the same place for long," she said flatly.

He sighed deeply, but said nothing. It was such a stupid thing to fight about: the ocean changing.

"Ok, so what's wrong, Den? You're awful quiet."

He tensed up. "Wh-What are you talking about? N-Nothing's wrong..."

She rolled her eyes. "Don't lie to me, Denny; you suck at it anyway."

He sighed deeply. "We gotta talk, Chels."

By his tone, she knew that it wasn't something that she was going to want to hear. Denny turned to her after putting his fishing pole in a knot on the dock.

"Look, I don't think this is working out; you and me..."

Chelsea gasped slightly. "Wh-What?"

"I've....I've got a new girlfriend now, Chelsea....I'm sorry, we're just....not right for each other..."

Though his face showed sorry, his eyes were telling her that he was annoyed by her presence. Chelsea clenched her hands into fists, clamped her eyes shut and gritted her teeth in anger.

"Who? Who is this 'new girlfriend' you found yourself?" she demanded as her anger grew.

"That hot popstar, Lanna. You know the blonde chick? She's so hot."

Chelsea snapped her eyes open and glared at him. Lanna was a nice girl; though maybe too nice. Lanna couldn't be blamed for this ordeal, though Chelsea was still surging with anger.

"Do I get a reason? Why would you do this to me?" she hissed through her gritted teeth.

"You've never tried to make a move on me; not once! Lanna move in a week ago and we've already spent so much time together. We fish together, talk about fishing and she even fell asleep in the shack with me. I'm sorry, but she and I have so much more in common."

Chelsea stood up and glared down at him. "Yeah, I'm sorry too..."

"For what?"

She picked up his fishing rod, snapped it in half and launched it as far into the ocean as she could throw. Denny stood up with his jaw hanging down, so Chelsea closed it for him by giving him an uppercut and a knee to the stomach. He keeled over and grabbed his stomach. Chelsea put her hands on her hips and looked down at him.

"You're such a pathetic person, Denny. What I saw in you, I don't think I'll ever know..."

With a good swift kick in the gut, Denny fell into the ocean, groaning and gripping his stomach. Chelsea stormed down the deck, off the beach and back towards her ranch.

"What a loser Denny is. I can't believe I ever loved him....The ass...."

A single tear slid down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away, vowing that Denny would not make her cry.