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"So why did you decide to move to a quaint little island like Waffle?" Pascal asked me as we cruised through the ocean.
"Well," I started. "I've always wanted to become a farmer ever since I first visited my aunt in Mineral Town. I loved helping him with his field and taking care of the animals. So when I saw the brochure-" I held up the folded piece of paper with pictures of a beautiful island. "-For Waffle Island I thought, 'What they hey?'"
The captain chuckled and nodded at the brochure. "It's been years since that brochure was made. Why, you see the young man on the back?" I turned the brochure over, and saw a handsome young man standing on the deck of a boat, flashing a wide smile. "That was me."
"Really?" I gaped, looking from the man on the brochure to the old man in front of me. "It's been that long?"
"Aye, I'm not that old," Pascal joked. He started to laugh, then his chortles turned into hoarse wheezes. I asked him of he was okay when he started to cough. He shook his head, cleared his throat, and straightened his back. "No, no, I'm okay. No need to worry."
I raised my eyebrows and nodded, then leaned against the railings to look out to the ocean. I watched as the waves crashed against the side of the boat, salty spray whipping my face. It felt good.
"What is your main goal in life?" Pascal inquired. He's been asking me questions the whole ride. It felt like he was interviewing me, but I didn't mind. That's how you learn more about a person: by asking questions.
"Umm..." I bit my lip as I thought about my answer. "I guess I just want a happy life. I want to have a nice family, great friends, and a job I love. So my goal in life is...to be happy."
Pascal smiled at me and puffed some smoke out of his pipe. "That's a good goal." I waited for the next question, but it didn't come. Instead, the elderly man announced, "Aha! There it is: Waffle Island!" I looked over to my right to see an island getting bigger by the second. I pushed myself off the railings and beamed. Excited built up inside of me as we got closer and closer to Waffle Island. When we finally got to the dock, Pascal turned off the engine and turned back to me.
"Welcome to Waffle Island, Angela," he told me.
I marveled at the magnificent town standing before me as I strolled off the ship. To my right was a small, blue building with a giant sign with a fish plastered on the top. Judging by the sign, I guessed it was a fishery. No, it's a hair salon, I thought sarcastically to myself. A beach stretched for many yards in front of me. The sandy shore was wet from the deep blue waters brushing against it, the moister parts glistening in the sunlight.
My face lit up at the sight of the town to my far left, then noticed a fat and short man running-more like jogging-towards me. When he reached me, he raised a hand 'hello' then put his hands on his knees and panted heavily.
"A-Are you okay, sir?" I asked the sweaty old man. He wore white trousers on his short, stubby legs, a sapphire blue shirt, and a sky blue overcoat with gold trimmings. A ruffled white ascot with a red gem was tied around his neck. His hair was a dark grey, and slicked upwards. He had green,
oval-shaped eyes just above a big, round nose that kind of freaked me out.
The old man wheezed a couple more huffs, then stood up straight and greeted me with a smile. "No, no, I'm alright now," he answered. "Just need a bit more exercise, eh?" He roared with laughter at his joke, while I just smiled and pretended to laugh.
"Ha ha ha ha," I chuckled.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced my self yet!" He apologized. He gripped my hand and shook it vibrantly, causing me to shake along with it. "I'm mayor Hamilton! It's a pleasure to meet you, Angela!"
I had to regain my balance when he let go of my hand. After I was sure I wasn't going to fall over, I gave him a broad smile. "Hello, Mr. Hamilton.
The pleasure's all mine."
He waved his hand and shook his head. "Ah, call me Hamilton!"
"Okay, uh...Hamilton?" I replied awkwardly. He clapped his hands and beamed at me when I said his name. Uhh...okaaayyy then, I thought, raising my eyebrows and tilting my head up. I shook my head and looked back at the buildings lined up together. It wasn't as nice as it looked in the brochure,
but it was still fantastic. In my opinion, at least. I preferred small, rural towns with simple shops and peaceful neighbors over extensive, flashy cities with clubs, malls the size of skyscrapers, and people yelling at each other to get a move on the road.
"The town looks wonderful," I continued. "I'm sure I'll like it here."
"Excellent! Excellent!" Hamilton exclaimed. "Wait until you see the rest of the island!"
"I can't wait!" I said with just as much enthusiasm. Hamilton led me through the town, telling me about the history of the island. But I wasn't paying attention to half the words he was saying; I was too busy admiring the scenery and shops that surrounded me. I snapped back to reality when I bumped into Hamitlon's as he stopped in front of a large building with a table out front. A sign to the left read, "Sundae Inn". Sundae Inn, huh? I wonder what their special is on Sundays...
"But before you explore the island, you shall meet the people of this town," the mayor ordered. "It'll be nice to know at least some people before you officially move in."
"Wait, what?" I asked. Mayor Hamilton just smiled, put his hand on my back, and gently pushed me towards the door.
"Go greet people," he repeated. "Meet me back here when you're done." I didn't hear the rest of his sentence, however, because I crashed into another person exiting the Inn.