Normally, a ship of the size of witch I was traveling wouldn't have made me seasick. But after twelve storms, and a twister I wasn't doing so well. Plus I was pretty sure that the captain had been hitting the happy juice.

I slammed against the rail and then back against the side of the ship. The rain had soaked through my clothes and hair.

"Are We There Yet?" I yelled over the wind.

The captain ,who appeared to be napping at the time jerked awake yelling "Mommy! I didn't do it!"

I hit my face with my palm.

"When will we get to Outcast Island!?" I yelled.

"Someday!" He yelled back and resumed his nap.

I was about to reply but the boat rocked again and I smashed into the wall. I wiped the drops of water off my face and stalked off to the lower deck where my dragon was napping.

I dropped to the floor when the boat jerked again. I groaned, becoming very nauseous, and pulled out a piece of wood from my pocket, proceeding to carve it into the shape of a dragon ear.

I must have been silently carving with my Terror in my lap for a while, because before you knew it, I was sawing logs on the floor.

"Annie... Annie... OH MY GOD! Is that a shirtless French guy on a Changewing?" a male voice yelled.

That last part got my attention. My feet sprang into action, kicking around as I clawed at the wooden wall to my right.

I opened my eyes slowly, not surprised to see my best friend Harold standing before me with a gleam of amusement in his eyes.

"You perv," He teased showing my shoulder slightly.

"Yeah yeah yeah, why have you disturbed my slumber?" I asked in a booming voice.

"We're almost to Outcast Island." He said.

"Oh perfect! Uncle Al will be so exited to see us!" I said smiling.

"I'm sure he will be, but just remember. We haven't seen him in seven years, things might be different." Harold said kneeling down to the floor.

"You talking about those hot-headed Berkians kicking him off the island?" I asked, remembering stories of a man named Stoick.

"Well, sort of. I do know that the other Viking tribes are calling him, Alvin the Treacherous." He said.

I chuckled slightly at that, Alvin the Treacherous? He went to one of my moms tea parties when I was seven. That was the last time I saw him. He wrote to the family saying how honoured he would be if me and my real family would come visit him and Aunt Eva.

Alvin is my mom's brother, my real mom, who is no longer with us. And since I have eighteen brothers and sisters now that my dad's remarried. He just wanted me and Minnie to come, which is good, most of my new siblings are annoying shits. I also brought along the brother and sister Rue and Harold, since Harold is my best friend, and Rue's like one of those pocketknives that have all the different corkscrews and screwdrivers, you honestly never know when you'll need a Rue.

My other uncle Arthur, is Alvin's brother, and since we needed an adult to come with us, he decided to be the Caption. Which is a dangerous job for someone with as low an alcohol tolerance level as him.

"Where's Emerald? Emerald!" I yelled, scanning the floor for my Terror.

"She's on your head." Harold said, holding back laughter.

I (solely for Harold's amusement) tiptoed across the room with my dragon still on my head. I took a burlap sack full of apples and slowly emptied it. With one quick flash I shoved the sack over my head, waking up the grumpy dragon inside.

Harold was laughing like a total idiot. I was rolling around on the floor, screaming like a moron as Emerald clawed at my face.

I finally pulled the bag off my head, panting like a psycopath and giving Harold the eye twitch.

Emerald sprang towards him at her first chance and held onto his head. Clarly a little scared of me at that time.

"Well it looks like the dragon is on your face now." I said breathlessly.

The door creaked open, and our sisters jumped in. Each yelling 'Ha!' Like they had discovered us doing something we shouldn't have been.

"Aww man," Minnie said.

"We thought we were gonna walk in on you two getting it on!" Rue yelled.

"Not so loud Rue!" I hissed.

"I'M SORRY!" Rue yelled shaking her obnoxiously orange and curly hair "IS THIS LOUD ENOUGH FOR YOU?"

I face-palmed. "Rue! What do you want?" Harold asked.

"I want some food, I'm hungry, you know how to find any on this ship?" She asked causally.

"Did you try the kitchen?" I asked.

She pondered this for a moment. "No not really,"

"Well, I'm not a genius but... You could try there." Harold suggested.

"Whatever, you guys want anything?" She asked.

"No thanks, I'm good." Minnie said.

"I'll get something later," Harold said.

"Could you find me an orange doll?" I asked.

"Sure thing," Rue said walking out the door.

"Your Majesty Princess Anastasia Elizabeth Destiny Rene Marton III," We have arrived at 'hic' Outcast Island." Uncle Arthur said.

Oh, there's just one thing I forgot to mention. After my mom died, my dad married the Queen of Gothel.

I stepped off the boat with Emerald on my shoulder and gasped.

What happened to this beautiful Island?

I shuddered.

"Berkians..." I said through gritted teeth.

A/N: This is actually the third time I've posted a first chapter. I'm sorry but, even though I say 'I'm alright with flames, it drives me to rewriting every single time :/ Sorry but, I'm a new writer and this is my story. It's not like other self inserts, this one has a lot of twists. And all my friends wanted OCs so... There's Rue and Minnie for you. But those are the only OCs I'll introduce for the majority. This is not tied to my first story so... Harold isn't evil... Or is he? OoOOOOoooooOOOoOOOoooooOOoOoooo...