No weasel's an island.
Chapter one: Dangit, Jack!
Sunset, least productive time of the day, yeh know? The chores are done (Such as gathering the fish and the stray coconuts); the sea breeze is cool and forgiving and the sun casts just the right colorful haze over the salty water. Man, I'd give anything to build a raft and sail away from here. But I know the rules; besides, I've tried getting off this thing before. Can't believe we were actually searching for this stupid thing, but I guess rumors of candy-filled islands draw people in like magnets.
Any way, the sunset was my only chance to get away from the loneliness, the stress, and the lament of being here. Stretched-out in my candy wrapper hammock, strumming away my hand-carved ukulele, I never felt as calm or as hopeful than I did when I was here, in this moment. I once had it all: Family and friends, Mustela (My home-island) and a good position as first mate of a marine ship. I was a great fighter, brought home a lot of fangs from our enemies in Geph (A land of snake people whom we Weasel folk were always at war with.) but our idiot of a captain had to go and do the stupidest thing you could do: he said he invented the ocean.
I guess I should explain; my former captain (And cousin, I should note) was a clever Mustelian and great fighter; that I cannot deny. But he was a bit of a playboy, and one heck of a braggart! He took credit for almost everything in existence: The Gephian warthog (a wooden pig I designed and partly built to trick the Gephians into letting us inside to take over our island.), the idea to go to candy island to escape the various monsters chasing us (Second-mate Roslow's idea, but he was so stupid he never noticed that his idea was stolen) and right after the taking of Geph, I can't make this up people, he turned to the ocean and shouted "I'm big Jack Mannagen, and I invented the ocean!" well, let's just say Poseidon didn't like that joke at all. So for the next few years we were thrown from one island to the next on our side of the sea, being badgered by sirens (Only Jack was interested though . . .) living tidal waves and only God knows what else! Finally, my idiot cousin pissed Poseidon off again by kidnapping one of his daughters (God! What an idiot!) And selling her to the Lapinites (Rabbit-people, we get a lot of anthros.) Needless to say, our ten-boat fleet was reduced to driftwood within moments of returning to the sea. There were no survivors . . . except for me. I alone drifted to candy island, that mystical hidden island people all over the sea dream of seeing. I alone have to live with my stupid cousin's mistakes. I alone get to see this sunset every night.
I guess it's not all bad. I get up when I like, I only have to feed myself, I can take as many naps as I want, no more wars to fight, and best of all: I don't haft to share it with anyone! Ah, but what's that floating out in the water? It kind of looks like a beach ball . . . no wait, there's two of them! The small evening waves push it onto the shore of my little island and I got a better look at it: It was alive; at least it was once alive!
I dragged the pathetic little thing across the sand to where I usually sit around the nightly fire and looked at it. Offhand I could tell three things: 1. It was a human. I've heard about them from books and how they live all over the world but just beyond the animal archipelago. But of course I've never seen one, and neither has anyone else in my family (Jack bragged about seeing one once, but I think he was just bragging) 2. It was alive, this I was certain of. It was breathing and even muttering "Bubby" and "Captain K'nuckles" to itself time and again (Whatever that meant!) and 3. it got here the same way I did, and the same way I'll one day get off, like the first creature who came here did, "you got here by accident, my little human friend."