On a picturesque island, in the middle of a moonstone blue, glistening sea, there was a simple civilisation, the people were happy, healthy and prospering. It was on a small blue and green planet not unlike Earth, species from all over the known galaxy lived there in blissful harmony. On the beach on the northern side of the island, the tide swept across the sand to the rocks at the top of the beach, a Vulcan man watching from a house near the shore shook his head slowly as his sister came to stand next to him.
"New residents T'Pael." He said.
"Yes. Ten of them I should think Solak." She replied.
As the tide rushed back to the depths of the sea, ten people, apparently sleeping were left - mysteriously dry – on the sand. One of the ten sat up, his skin lightly shimmering in the weak early morning sunlight.
He went over to a woman lying on her side; he laid his hand gently on her shoulder,
"Tasha." He said, "Wake up."
Tasha Yar awoke at the sound of his voice. She rolled on to her back and sat up, "Data, where are we?"
"I do not know Tasha. The ecosystem of this island would appear to be Earth-like." He replied.
"Earth-like? How did we get here?" Tasha asked.
"Judging by our close proximity to the ocean, we washed ashore." Data replied.
Tasha ran her hand over the loose black t-shirt she was wearing, "If we washed up here, why aren't we wet?"
Across a little way from the two, a small boy was stirring; he opened his eyes and gasped in shock of where he found himself. The child's eyes flicked rapidly around the stretch of beach, he couldn't see his father in any direction so he got to his feet and walked over to Data and Tasha.
"Alexander? Are you alright?" Tasha asked.
He shook his head, "Have you seen my Father?"
Data looked around and he pointed to the rocks further up the beach, a tall man was sitting there, apparently looking for Alexander, "He is up there."
"Thank you." Alexander said cheerfully, running up to his father.
Tasha smiled as he ran off, stumbling on the loose sand as he went.
A little later, when everyone, Riker, Troi, Crusher, Picard, Worf, Geordi, Data, Tasha, Wesley and Alexander, had awoken, the sun began peek out from behind the white, cotton ball clouds.
"I have to say it." Crusher said as they walked up the beach.
"What?" Picard asked.
"This is paradise." Crusher replied.
"Well, I don't know about that…" Riker said with a smile.
"Oh?" Crusher asked.
"In my mind Paradise doesn't have a village in the middle of it." He replied.
They were coming over the rocks near the first house, by the symbol carved into the stone near the door; it was recognisable as a medical facility.
The Vulcan man was standing near the top of the rocks, he nodded to them as they got over the rocks.
"Greetings to you all. My name is Doctor Solak. The only trained medical personnel on the island." He said.
"Hello Doctor. We are from the Starship Enterprise. I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard." Picard replied.
"Starfleet? I thought as much." Solak said, "That means, like the other inhabitants of this island, you have no idea how you got here."
"Are you able to tell us?" Picard asked.
"Unfortunately, no. More than twenty years ago, my sister T'Pael and I washed up on that beach with no memory of how we got there." Solak replied.
Riker and Troi glanced at each other.
"What do you call this island?" Crusher asked.
"Paradise. Paradise Island." Solak said.
"Paradise Island?" Picard repeated.
Solak raised an eyebrow, "I believe that is what I said Captain."
"It was just that we were discussing our idea of, well, paradise a moment ago." Picard replied.
"Sir, if I may?" Data said.
"Of course mister Data." Picard replied, taking a step back to allow the Android to speak.
"I believe that if no one knows how they arrived on the island, there is no way of leaving." He said.
Solak put his hands behind his back, "I'm afraid you are correct- Data?"
"That is my name." Data replied.
Solak nodded, "There is no way of leaving until a way of arrival is found."
"So we're stuck here." Worf muttered.
Solak nodded again, "Unfortunately."
"Solak!" A female voice called from the village, a man and a woman were half running towards them.
Solak held up a hand, "Kayli! Izaac!"
The two came into clear vision, Kayli was of average height with brown hair and eyes, her skin was relatively unblemished and slightly tanned. Her clothing was of simple, undecorated pale green cloth. Izaac was also of average height, with blue/grey eyes and a slight greying to his mouse brown hair, suggesting that he was a little older than Kayli. His clothing was similarly simple and of a soft grey colour.
"We came as soon as we saw." Kayli said.
"I admire your dedication to the task I assigned you." Solak replied.
Izaac glanced at Picard, nearly instantly explaining Solak's role as some sort of leader. Self-proclaimed, voted or otherwise.
"Ah." Solak said, noticing the glance between the two men, "I apologise, Captain, these are Kayli and Izaac Roberts. They have been here seven years, the third longest time residents."
Kayli smiled, "You didn't need to mention that Solak."
Izaac ran a hand through his hair, "Shall we go back to the village?"
"The hall would be more suitable Izaac." Solak said.
"I'll get Nara, Eliz, Kerah and Kel." Kayli said.
Solak nodded to her and she headed back to the village, "Izaac, take them to the hall, I will join you in a moment."
Izaac nodded in response and began to lead the group to the hall.
"You'll have to excuse Solak." He said to Picard as they walked.
"Oh, how so?" Picard asked.
"He's the chosen leader of the people of the island." Izaac replied.
"As I thought." Picard said.