"Are you feeling OK now, Chelsea?" Felicia asked. I was sitting on the sofa in their house whilst drinking a glass of water.

I nodded. "Much better." My voice was clearer now but I was freezing. Not to mention dripping wet and covered in a mix of sand and salt.

Taro entered the room. "Chelsea, are you well enough to come with me? There's something I want to show you," he said. I nodded and drained the glass before standing up and following him outside. I looked around. There were at least three other buildings that were in bad condition, a broken bridge on one side of the island and a massive rock on the other side that blocked the road.

Taro led me up the little hill to a place that looked a lot like a farm. "I think this place used to be a farm," Taro said. "Chelsea, are you into farming?"

"I've never done it," I said. Then something sank in. "Are you saying that I should run the farm?"

"Only if you want to," Taro said. "I used to run a farm in my younger days so I can help you out with anything if you want."

I thought about it. "OK then."

Taro smiled widely. "And you can live in that house over there," he said, indicating to a tiny little house.

Taro walked off and I suddenly felt a little annoyed about the tiny house I had been left with. Maybe I could somehow do something about it? But right now I didn't care too much. I walked inside and was relieved to discover that it at least had a bathroom, kitchen, living room and a bedroom.

After showering I took my pyjamas out of my bag. They were soaking wet, as was everything else. I sighed. Now I would have to find somewhere to wash and dry them. And I would have to sleep in my underwear but that was OK.

I climbed out of my wet clothes and collapsed into the bed. I was out in seconds.

"Chelsea, are you awake? CHELSEA!" Taro was whacking at the door. I scrambled out bed and was about to answer it when I realised I was just in my underwear.

"I'm coming!" I shrieked and rummaged in my bag before I found my dressing gown and put it on. I rushed to the door and opened it.

"A ship came to the beach," Taro told me. "Everyone else is down there."

I nodded. "Just give me ten minutes to get dressed," I said breathlessly.

Ten minutes later I walked down to the beach where Taro's family were waiting along with two other people. Taro glared at me and said, "You took your time." He turned back to the two new people on the beach and I stuck my tongue out behind his back. Elliot and Natalie spluttered. Felicia hid a smirk.

The two new people on the beach were Asian-looking males. The man was called Chen and he had black hair and a moustache and beard. His son was called Charlie and looked like his dad, but minus the facial hair because he was about ten. They talked about opening up a shop on the island. They would stock crop seeds for me and Taro said that his family would work in the shipping business. Elliot and Natalie exchanged a look of horror.

Chen and Charlie found an empty building that they set up as their shop. Taro went back inside his house and Felicia had gone into town on the ship, leaving me and Elliot and Natalie standing together. The minute we were alone they both started complaining about the shipping business until I was laughing my head off.

For the next few days Taro would wake me up at the crack of dawn every morning to teach me about farming. I picked it up quickly and started growing good crops.

A carpenter moved onto the island with his daughter. The man was called Gannon and he was absolutely MASSIVE. He wasn't fat, he was very muscled. He had tufts of grey hair and was hunched over.

His daughter, Eliza, was the opposite. She looked about Charlie's age and had short curly blonde hair. She was very pretty and seemed very aware of this and was a little full of herself.

A few days after them, Mirabelle and Julia moved in. Mirabelle was quite round and she had sky-blue eyes and short blonde hair. Her daughter was much thinner and had the same sky-blue eyes and long wavy blonde hair tied in a ponytail. She had big boobs and her clothing only accentuated them: a short vest top that was low-cut and showed off her flat stomach and very short shorts. They lived next door to Natalie and Elliot and we became good friends.

It was the sixteenth when he showed up. I was having breakfast when there was a knock at my door. I opened it and found a man dressed like a cowboy: black Stetson, black shirt, brown and beige vest, black jeans and black boots. His black clothes looked good against his pale skin. I looked up to his face and could see tufts of silver hair underneath his hat and pale violet eyes. Strange combination.

"I'm Vaughn," he said. "I'll be working at the animal shop a few days a week."

"I'm Chelsea," I said, offering my hand. Vaughn looked a little surprised but he shook it.

"See you," he said and walked away.