Hmm…I don't really know what to put here…. I guess thanks again for all of you who have read my story, and an extra BIG thank you to those of you who have reviewed. You see, guys? I really like it when you review, and it makes me want to update sooner. So please review? Thankssss.

Another thing, I wasn't really sure how to appropriately write out a 'timeskip', so if you guys have a better idea as to how I could have done this, I would be happy to change it. If you notice any spelling or grammatical errors, please notify me so they can be fixed as soon as possible.

Commence, timeskip! :D

Spring 18,

Jeez, it's been a long time since I've written in here. I think around 15 days. How time flies. I've just been so busy though! I've been working so hard, watering crops, foraging for items, fishing (I got a fishing rod from Taro after we got a little closer), and raking in money any way I can. My crops have been going pretty well, my turnips have grown and should be ready to harvest soon. I've also planted some potatoes, and they are coming along nicely. Oh, the blisters!

New villagers have moved in too! Let's see, there's Gannon, a really brute-looking man with grayish hair and a bald head. He'll be the carpenter, so he'll be upgrading buildings and making new ones! When he came, he destroyed a big boulder that was preventing us from getting to another side of the island. So we discovered some new old buildings and an edge of the island. He sort of reminds me of an ape. Hm... There's also Julia and Mirabelle, two pretty ladies that are going to run this livestock shop! Once I get enough cash, I'm going to buy a chicken coop and chickens. Then there's Denny, the traveling fisherman that came here because I shipped so many fish! He's quite handsome too. :D

Geez, I'm starting to rant here. Oh well. I've been talking to Denny lately, and he always tells me of these far-off places. I know it's rash, but that's why I've planned a trip around the island! I've got it all planned out: I'm going to go to bed early, get up early, get my work done, and set off with a bag of supplies I've already packed. Julia and Mirabelle will check on my animals at around noon. I know it seems sort of sudden, writing this all in just one entry, but I've thought it out for about a week, and this is the best decision for me. I like to think about it as a vacation. I'll be traveling along the shoreline, just so I don't get lost.

Right, well, I think I'm done 'reporting' to you. Tomorrow, I'll be off!

-Chelsea

The spring sun's light had barely graced the air above the trees when Chelsea was standing before the exit of her farm, her rucksack a little more heavy from the provisions for her trip, which included canisters of water, some sandwiches, and an apple. The crops were watered, and the herbs found on the farm were plucked and placed in the shipping bin. Any moment now, Julia was to meet her at this beaten down patch of grass so she could assure her that she was indeed leaving. Chelsea wished she would come soon; the sun was already starting to rise, and she didn't want to be stuck in the sun late into the afternoon.

Sure enough, over the low hill before the entrance to Chelsea's farm, Julia's golden, pony-tailed hair appeared, slowly revealing her body, sporting shorts, a plaid over shirt and white tank top underneath, complete with boots. There was no denying it, this blue-eyed blond was pretty, very beautiful in fact. A gorgeous face sat atop a mature body, really. In truth, Chelsea was rather jealous, but not in a petty fashion. Chelsea was jealous in a mild way; Julia made her feel insignificant and of lesser value. It wasn't as if she treated her any less. In fact, they had grown quite sisterly, almost as close as Chelsea was with Denny.

"Hey, Chelse!" Julia greeted, waving lightly.

"Hi, Julia. I'm going to be heading off soon. You can come still back later, right?" Chelsea replied.

"Oh, yeah. Right around noon. I'll be here. When do you think you'll be back?"

"I dunno, maybe the afternoon, early evening. I want to leave early so I don't get burnt."

"Well don't let me stop you. Go on, get going. I'll take care of things," Julia laughed, mockingly shooing Chelsea away. The pair took a few seconds to laugh, then parted ways. Julia headed back to the shop, and Chelsea practically marched to the beach, making use of her long strides.

Soon enough she came upon the place where the water crashed onto white sand, and, coincidentally, Denny was perched on top of a dock, fishing rod in hand and Kuu, his raven companion, on one of his broad shoulders. Chelsea decided to ask him if he could check her farm in the evening, since she was already behind schedule. Denny, noticing her walking over, offered a friendly wave while another hand held the fishing rod. Denny had beautifully dark skin and curly brunette hair, complete with dark eyes and eyebrows. His daily apparel consisted of a black tank top and jeans, over which dark blue boots were placed. On his shoulders sat a white towel and around his waist wound a dark purple plaid jacket, which Denny had told Chelsea he wore in the cooler months or if the breeze gets too strong. Around his neck was a handsome shark tooth on black cord, and on his head, a purple bandanna. Denny had always said that they should trade headbands for a day, just to see if the islanders would say anything.

"Hey! What's up?" he called, obviously wondering what she was doing at the beach at such an early hour, especially since she was supposed to be beginning her trip. Chelsea rushed over, kicking up beautiful white sand.

"Oh, nothing. I'm going to be heading out soon. I was wondering if you could check out my farm and make sure everything's fine before you got to bed. I'm already behind schedule, and I was hoping you would make sure everything's okay since I will be getting home a little later," she explained. Denny cracked one of his smiles, revealing white teeth.

"Yeah, sure, no prob," he replied. "Make sure you tell me what you find on the other side of the island, 'kay?"

"Sure thing!" Chelsea replied. With that, she walked away from the beach and to the near roads. She walked to the east side of the island, to the very tree-covered edge. Our brunette followed this tree path for some time before she came to a rushing river. The water was beautiful, clear and pristine; lively plants grew on the rocks on the bottom, and fish wound their way in frolicking circles. Not too far off to her left, was an old decrepit bridge; only the first couple of planks on either side were still standing, while the rest had rotted long ago. It was now that Chelsea carried out a previously thought out plan; she took an old tree trunk from the ground (not too old or dry, or else it would break), and placed them across the length of the river. Twice more she carried out the same procedure, until she had a decent supplement for a bridge. Then she carefully paced across the river on the logs, spreading out her arms to balance herself, taking gentle steps so the logs would not break or roll out of place. When at last her boots graced the grassy ground, Chelsea turned around for a moment to admire her completed task, and then continued walking.

After some time passed, and the sun got higher, Chelsea walked father, and by doing so she observed the plants change before her eyes; everything became more tropical, both flora and fauna. The sound of bugs culminated in the background, creating a constant hum. Every few seconds, a tropical bird cried, or a parrot sang. As the she went farther, she was pushed farther to the edge, so there were no trees in-between her and the ocean. Chelsea was walking on the edge of a 'cliff' sort of path; to the left was the forest, and to the right was the steep rock edge, a twenty-foot drop at least.

Every so often, when something new was seen, Chelsea would take out her diary and make notes of what she saw. Soon two diary pages were crammed with little sketches and descriptions of exotic plants and animals. The day was rather airy and light, but warm nonetheless. Consequently, Chelsea was compelled to take a swig of water from her canisters rather periodically. Sweat began to collect on her brow, and she would sweep it away impatiently.

After walking for what must have been hours, Chelsea made a mental note to find a lunch spot soon as her stomach growled impatiently. Upon coming to a clearing, she spotted an alluring, flat rock to sit on, and by doing so, she found an excellent view of the rolling waves of the ocean. She closed her eyes, listening to the swaying beat of the ocean and the luxurious hums of the jungle behind her.

It was then when it all started.

From amidst the silence, a roughly thunderous crack! sounded in the distance. Chelsea whirled her head around to find the source, and what she found startled her. A tall figure standing in the shadows of the jungle, and Chelsea shivered with fear. Was it a wild animal? Or…was it all some stupid prank?

"D-Denny, if this is a joke, it's not f-funny!" Chelsea said, trying to steady her voice despite herself. "C-come out!"

What Chelsea did not notice, however, was that where she was standing was precariously close to the edge of the cliff, so close in fact, that her heel was sending little rocks of rubble plummeting into the water.

"D-Denny?" Chelsea whimpered, taking a step back, and jumping when she found no hard surface to place it on. The figure reached out a…hand? and, although the figure was around twenty feet away, it scared Chelsea terribly. It was then that the cliff decided to crumble, sending Chelsea plunging downward, hitting her head on a falling rock and making a nose-dive into the icy crystalline water.

I'm sorry it took so long and was so short, everybody! Please review! I want to get a lot better. 33