~Prologue~

I was on my home island, drinking coconut milk from the shell of a coconut, the pearl white sand and crystal blue ocean water made me felt at ease, yeah… my homeland may be small but I adored it so much, the people had a great idea of hospitality and family values…the food was delicious and the atmosphere was just tranquil and peaceful, until the Spaniards came and claimed Spanish rule over us.

I tried my hardest to fight for freedom but it was pointless, the Spaniards were too powerful since they are in Europe and im in the Caribbean island or the West Indies.

Eventually, the rule of the Spanish came crumbling down and I was able to escape until I fell into the clutch of the British who had an iron grip over me and I just accepted the British rule since I was weak.

~Many years later~

I've grown accustomed to many types of people since I was diverse and I was easily accepting of others, I was recognized as a beautiful island that a lot of countries come to so they can relax and get away from stress, but I still had some of the British and Spanish influences on me ever since then.

Im probably making you guess which island I am but I can tell you one thing….I'm just a tropical island in the Caribbean islands.