When Chelsea moved onto the archipelago in spring, she want too fond of having to farm and raise animals for a living. She had moved onto the island to enjoy the amazing waves and the awesome fishing spots, I mean she was a surfer and a fisherwoman after. When a certain mysterious cowboy decides he's had enough of Chelsea's lack of interest on the farm, he decides to take matters into his own hands.
Finally, after busting my but for three years I would finally be able to move to a certain archipelago that just happened to be one of the best places to surf and fish; both of which happened to be my favorite things in the world. I'd called ahead and the owner of the islands had said that he had a few vacant houses that I could choose from…that was so not the issue.
"What do you mean that you have no vacant houses? I called you two days ago and you said you did!" I stomped my feet on the ground. The stupid hillbilly of a mayor had just told me that they had no vacant housing anymore and that the hotel had just filled up because it was fishing season and it was full with tourists.
"I do have one empty house north of here…" He mumbled, "It does need some repairs and the house might need to have the roof repaired, but it should hold up until the beginning of fall when it starts to rain."
I groaned inwardly. After being dead set on a house just a few minutes from the ocean, I would end up having to settle for a house fifteen minutes from the beach.
"It's fine." I told the bald man. "It can't be that bad." Wrong, it could be that bad.
The mayor took me a few minutes up from his house to a huge ranch and farm with a small home in front of the house plot of land.
"This is the key to your home, Chelsea. Since you are going to be living on his plot of land, I'm afraid you are going to have to restore this farm back to its former glory days." Taro, the mayor sighed. "We really need a new farmer here to produce enough food for the island. We have been having food shortages like crazy for the past few years and I think you have the ability to help us. Please?" He frowned.
Ugh, he was guilting me into this…and I was falling for it.
"I'll do my best, Taro." I smiled weakly. My dream of surfing and fishing every day of my life had also been shattered by then. "Um…How exactly do I farm and ranch stuff?" I scratched my head. I had never really done stuff that involved getting down in the dirt.
Taro shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry, I have expert farming extraordinaire Mark coming within the next few days to help you learn how to farm and the rancher Vaughn will be here next Monday to drop off some animals teach you how to care for them."
"Oh, thank you." I smiled again. At least I would have some people helping me out and teaching me the ropes of this place. "Bye!" I waved at the old man as he walked away.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was still pretty early enough to wear I could go fishing on the dock and catch myself some dinner. I opened the door to my house then went inside. The house was okay but I could see where there had been some water damage on the roof and some of the tile floors had cracked.
I would definitely be placing a call to the construction worker here to fix these little things.
I put down my suitcases and grabbed my fishing pole and set out to go to the beach. I arrived at noon. Nobody of importance was on the dock, maybe a few lone fishermen at the most. I set my stuff down and attached a lure to the hook of my rood and cast it into the ocean. I sat there for a few minutes with my rod in hand.
"If you really want to catch some fish here, I recommend you go down to that end over there." A boy, who looked around my age, pointed to the corner where all the fisher men were crowding. "Here," He took my fishing rod without asking and led me over to where to other were catching a bunch of fish. "Let me show you how it's done." He cast the line into the ocean again.
"Actually I already know how to fish." I said smugly. I wasn't going to let anybody damper my parade anymore. The guy took a good look at me and I used this time to take in his features. Soft bouncy curls were hidden underneath his purple bandana which actually completed this skin tone quite nicely. He was very tall, and I mean it when I say that. At 5'8 I tended to tower over everyone and everything. This fisherman looked like he might've actually been 5'10.
"If you're gonna stare at me like that all day you'll never catch a fish." I told him. He quickly turned around and grasped the fishing pole a bit harder. I smiled with content at myself. "Anyways, I'm Chelsea, the new farmer, I guess." I took a seat on the dock next to him.
"I'm Denny, the fisherman of this wonderful archipelago." His smile revealed his pearly white teeth that contrasted with his dark complexion in a good way. "You know, we don't get a lot of new permanent residents around here too often. Why'd you come here?"
"Actually I came here for the waves and for the fish—" Denny managed to hook a fish real fast and managed to pull it out of the water faster than I could ever pull it out. It was a decent sized fish, not the biggest I've ever seen.
"Here you go Chelsea," Denny handed me the fish and I dropped it into the cooler. "Since you are a surfer, you should teach me sometime." He smiled again. I couldn't help but smile either.
"Maybe I will."
I picked up my belongings and started on my way home.
"Wait, Chelsea!" I the fisherman called my name again. I swiftly turned around. "Where you do you live?" He asked me.
"I live on the farm on the north side of verdure island." I explained.
"That's good to know. Good night, Chels."
"'Night, Denny."
