Chapter four! Oh I love this part. I keep a journal of the drafts (still working on it though) and this was one of my favorite parts so far. With summer vacation here, I can write and have time to proofread (or at least try harder at it.)

I think this has gone a bit AU. Gray doesn't live in the cities prior to meeting Vincent, as it is his story rather than Claire's. He grew up with his grandpapa (Saibara) rather than grow up in the cities and moving to Mineral Town to apprentice.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

This was longer in time than the others because my brother brought over his PS2 and I spent the whole week I was going to put into this chapter on playing Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life Special Edition Sowry :p

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII—HM—IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Chapter Four: Vincent's Tour Around Town

True to her words, the guestroom was spotless. It was a one windowed bedroom with the window facing the mushroom patch garden. Covering it was a green and blue curtain that was made of silk fabric and was without a single wrinkle. There was a single bed, but it was enough to fit two, a full sized bed with two pillows in which all of it was covered in the same blue and green silk fabric. It was neatly made and the pillows were propped against the walls, fluffed and ready for someone to just flop down and sleep.

Next to the bed was a small nightstand, brown wood. It looked old but seemed to have the same polished gloss that matched its newer counterparts. It was a three legged table with a small drawer in which the handle was a decorative lion head made of metal, painted black. On top was a small table lamp of the queerest fashion. It twisted and turned so that it seemed like an infinity ring. The whole lamp was of clear glass but the portion towards the top, where the three bulbs were, was made of opaque glass.

There was a small closet in place of the dresser. It wasn't a bad closet either, I had to admit. It was a pretty decent sized closet, considering the fact that it was a guest room closet. Even my mother's room, the master bedroom of the entire house, had a smaller closet area. On one of the walls, in the closet, were empty steel bars that would hold clothes. A basket of hangers was placed neatly below next to the shoe rack. The wall next to that was a mirror area and a dresser that contained drawers of socks, brushes and mirrors, and makeup. The third wall was the same as the first wall with steel bars. The difference was the lack of shoe rack and that it was not empty. Freshly pressed shirts, jackets, and pants hung from the bars.

The closet was admirable, something I ended up whistling over. Some of the clothes were obvious farming outfits. There was three sets of overalls, red, blue and green. There were sets of white t-shirts and there was a rubber rain boot under those. It was the other clothes that made my eyes bulge. There were leather jackets, silk shirts, pants decorated with jewels, real gems, and others lined with silver or gold threads. One of the coats matched Will's white jacket. Beneath those were dress shoes. The whole closet screamed of riches and gold, even if it was just the one wall.

To the right of the closet, where the window was, was a full case of books. The bookshelf was lined with different genre of stories but the bottom rung were all non-fiction. There was a full set of encyclopedias as well as titles that read, "The History of Sunshine Island", "What was Once Island of Happiness", "The Tales of the Goddess and other local Myths", and "Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter: Different Sunlight? Know your farm's sun and water points!" Laying on top of the bookshelf was a leather bound book with a leather strip that wrapped the book up. It was clearly a journal and out of curiosity, I abandoned the rest of the books and unstrapped the journal. It was blank, something I probably should have guessed considering how new the book was.

"How do you like your room?"

I spun around seeing Chelsea by the door, her expression like that of a five star chef. She was beaming, her grin from one ear to the other. Below, Ashley was clinging to her like a leech but she wasn't hiding anymore. In fact, she was staring straight at me.

Nodding I signed, "Love. Great. Fancy." Three words to describe the room. "The closet's real nice! Whose clothes are those? Will's?"

"Yep! He wore them for a couple of days. They were samples from a few of his associates who ran clothing lines. He didn't quite like them and wasn't really his style. Their yours now!"

"Mine?!" I signed. I was expecting to borrow them rather than keep them, "You sure?"

Another nod, "Will rather you keep them. He's gone through my photo albums and deduced that they would probably suit you much better than him."

Ashley tugged at her mother's pants, "Tell him! Tell him!"

Chelsea seemed to register her daughter there for the first time, something that didn't seem to click right with me. She brightened up at the words, however, and said, "Oh right! It was Ashley's idea with the book case and the journal was her idea too! She loved doodling in notebooks and said that her beloved uncle should take up the skill too!" She turns to Ashley and said, "Your uncle's a very good artist you know. You should ask him for a couple of lessons!" Turning back to me she said, "The journal's for you to keep. Leather bound, real leather might I add. It's actually from one of my cows that died last Spring…poor old thing. I know you'll treasure it."

Real leather…from a dead cow. I don't know if that was a good or bad thing. Suddenly, the innocent journal in my hand didn't feel so right.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII—HM—IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Chelsea has suggested for her younger cousin to rest a bit longer or take a nap for the afternoon, but he refused. "Are you sure?" She asked, lingering just outside of Vincent's doorway as he unpacked, "cause you haven't exactly taken a break yet since coming here. I'm sure the boat ride was gruesome."

Switching between writing in his notepad and hanging up his clothing, Vincent replied, "Not tired yet. I mean, since when have you known me to sleep or nap during the day anyways? I could be drop dead tired and still I wouldn't sleep a wink just because I know the wonderful Mr. Sun is still frolicking in the high skies." He pulled out a small blue and white fluffy hoodie and hung it up in the closet before turning to the last two clothes on his bed, a silver and grey short sleeved shirt with a hammer logo on it, a present from the blacksmiths, and a pair of white knee length jean shorts, his outfit of the day.

Closing the closet door and sitting down on the bed he grins at Chelsea, "18 is a guy's prime time. Grown up and full of energy. A little boat ride isn't gonna kill me. At least, I hope not." He dug around his bag for a rubber band and bunched his hair into a small ponytail, or as Grey calls it, "Rabbit Stub Tail", and tugged off the shirt he was currently wearing while exchanging it for the Grey T-shirt. Unbuttoning his pants he looked at Chelsea, "Still here? Would you care to see me naked then?" he grinned.

She rolled her eyes and smiled, "I'll meet you in the living room."

Kirk was toying with the rope that tied the boat to the docks when he looked up two see two people, one he knew and the other he didn't. Standing up with practiced ease he walked to the port of the small boat and stepped onto the docks, "Chelsea! Long time no see! You know, I'm sure the animals miss you." He was referring to the animals on animal island, specifically the ducks that constantly brought back fish. "Fish for a fish," Chelsea had told him once.

"I know Kirk. It's been a good three seasons since the last time I've ridden on your boat! The baby keeps me busy and keeps Will even busier, since he's the one always at home and stuff." She hands him a bag, "A gift of return," she chuckled, "I'm back now." Kirk waves the bag off, but to no avail, finally just taking it. "Ah. I was kidding. You didn't have to dear!" He gives Chelsea a hug and said, "So who is this? Familiar face, a family?"

Kirk looked Vincent over and said, "Has your eyes." The boy in front of him had brown hair whose hair seemed to have been dipped into a bucket of white paint and later scrubbed out. It was all brown save for the tips which had scattered white or silver hair.

"Oh yes! Vincent, this is Kirk. I've told you about Sunshine Island's many separate islands, right? Well, Kirk is the guy to go to when you need to go to the other islands. Kirk, this is my cousin, the son of my father's brother."

"Ai. The mute one? The favorite one?" Kirk gave Vincent a wink, "Your cousin here talks about you all the time! In fact, I could write a book about you just from just a month's worth of chatting with the lady." He stepped back into the boat placing the bag of groceries under one of the benches and looked out at sea, "Fine day for sailing, you coming along or just showing your cousin around town?"

"The latter," she said smiling, "I will ride with you later though. Can't forget about the ducklings and the other animals. Plus I still have to show him the Goddess Pond –we have one here too, Vince– and the church, oh of course I have to introduce him to Wada and Shea too." She gave a wave before tugging Vincent by the arm towards a purple roofed building. Knocking on the door before entering Chelsea said, "Pierre! How are you?"

A man mumbling over a boiling pot and an oven looked up, "Oh hey, Chelsea! How're you? Natalie isn't here right now, unless you're looking for me. If that's the case," he pulled open the oven door to reveal a distinguishing scent that Vincent couldn't quite put a name to, "you have got to try my new pie! It's pineapple crème pie! It has a strawberry twist to it and I have to admit that it tastes pretty good. It's better than it sounds."

"No, silly," Chelsea chuckled, "My cousin's here to visit and stay for a bit and I've been introducing him around town to fellow villagers."

The guy named Pierre finally turned away from the food and said, "The…" he lingered a bit mentally racking his brain for memory, "The mute one right? The Vincent boy, right? It's nice to meet you! Oh! I have something just for you."

The purple top hatted chef went around the kitchen rummaging through drawers and cabinets until he pulled out a small blue box with a clear top. Handing it to Vincent he said, "For you. If you're gonna stay in a new town, you would need to eat right? A welcome gift!"

The box was blue plastic and on top read the worlds, "Ready. Set. Eat!" Inside was a set of blue eating utensils with the same three words on the handles. There was a spoon, a fork, and a knife seated onto of cotton stuffing. A thin piece of paper sat on top that said, "Thank You for your purchase of the Stainless Steel Utensil set. We hope you enjoy your product. If you have any complaints or questions, please contact us at: StainlessStars "

"Thank You!" I wrote on my notepad.

"You're welcome. Come by later and try my pies too! I'm about to head out to gather some grapes anyways."

"Elliot!" Natalie screamed at the top of her lungs, "Can't you be more careful, goofball?! You almost dropped the crate and the supplies would be damaged! Nobody wants damaged goods you know!" She growled and crossed her arms, "How could you even drop that? It's only about the size of three chickens! I mean, look at Vaughn! I've seen him carry at least 10 chickens in a cage before and here you can't even carry three?" That was a lie, she's seen him carry feed and fodder, a cage of maybe five chickens, at the most, and direct a herd of walking cows and sheep, but she hasn't really seen him walking around with a crate or cage of ten chickens, not that was possible. A chicken was big, a crate of ten was probably huge and she doubt that cages had wheels. Still, she glared at her older brother to back up her claim.

"W..well…it was heavy okay? I mean, why don't you lift it!" he said, getting up from the ground and patting himself, trying to shake the dust and dirt off himself. With a sigh he began to examine the crate that he had dropped earlier. Indeed there was a crack along the box and one of the corners of the crate was busted. As busted as I am going to be as soon as Gramps returns, he thought to himself. Inside, the damage was less severe, but there were cracked bottles of milk and a couple of egg cartons were smashed, and most likely the eggs inside were broken as well. The eggs and bottles of milk were products of hard work from Maribelle and Chelsea, something that his grandfather was very proud of, "The hardest workers earn their respect! You should be like them more." He was screwed, most definitely screwed. I wonder how much a ship fare off the island would be?

"Hello!" Elliot let out a screech and jumped, falling onto the crate, damaging more of it, Greeeaattt… Looking up, his face went sour. My day can't get worse. It was Chelsea and another boy he had not seen before. Her being here after he destroyed her hard work, it couldn't possibly get worse. With his face the color of the strawberries he had packaged yesterday, Elliot looked up and stammered, "H..hello…Che…l…Chelsea. How're you..?"

"Great! Just showing my cousin along the islands. I told you about him. You know, the one who was thinking about coming? It's a bit of the surprise visit, but he's here! Say…what's all that muck and cracks behind you?" She said peering behind him and gasping, "Those wouldn't be the eggs came from my shipping bin at the farm would it?"

"Oh yeah it is!" A humph came from behind her. Natalie had a look of pure pleasure on her face, so pleased, she seemed almost evil. "That goof was carrying the crate and he tripped, over nothing! The eggs are damaged, the cartons are smashed, milk bottles are broken, and the yogurt got jolted enough for the tin top to peel and the yogurt to spill out."

Chelsea's face fell, "Wasn't there any cotton to…you know protect the goods?"

"There was…but…the crate overturned…" he mumbled looked at his foot, "I..I'm really so—"

"Oh…well…what's done is done eh? I mean—" I got paid already. It falls on their funds…, "I think Taro is going to be more angry than I am." She said.

Vincent peered over and tapped Chelsea on the shoulders and signed, "Do you need help?"

Natalie and Elliot seemed to finally realize the boy was there and Elliot jumped again, "Oh..hi..didn't see you." Natalie looked at her brother than at Chelsea and finally at Vincent, but in short bursts and glances. He was a handsome boy, most likely around her brother and her age. His hair was brown but showed signs of having been dyed before; the tips of his hair still had a few strands of silver hair. He donned a casual outfit of jeans and a tee shirt with a hammer logo. Underneath were the words, "Saibara's Blacksmith. All types of tools welcome!" The boy had the look of someone who had seen too much and been through too much and yet, through some heaven made possible means, he still kept the look of innocence on his face. Scanning his eyes, he had the same brown colored eyes that Natalie and her brother possessed.

Suddenly the boy looked away from Chelsea and the mess she called a brother and turned towards her, making eye contact. She immediately looked away, blushing madly like her brother was, only for a completely different reason. The hue of her face soon imitated her hair color and eventually came to the same color as her brother's face. Glancing back at the boy, he smiled gently at her causing her to jump and say, rather loudly, "Well! I think we better clean this up before gramps returns!" She scurried into the kitchen grabbing a mop and a rag. Tossing the mop at her brother she growled, "Get to it already! You know that Gramps will return at any given moment!"

After aiding their friends with cleaning up eggs, milk and yogurt, the two of them walked out barely able to say goodbye. "That was awkward," Vincent scribbled down on his pad, "I didn't catch their names either," Chelsea smiled and ruffled her younger cousin's hair playfully, something she hadn't done since her days as a youthful woman herself. "The girl's name is Natalie. She's bossy and constantly teasing and being a bully to her older brother, but she's a kind girl at heart. The boy's name is Elliot. He's the complete opposite of his sister. Soft hearted, kind, but he doesn't know how to fend for himself. I mean, Natalie IS younger and she still has the upper hand in arguments. Not to mention how—" she thought for a bit, looking for the right words, "…fragile he is." Shrugging she said, "I mean. That crate wasn't that heavy. I could lift it…"

Charlie was out at the moment so Chen decided to take the chance to straighten up his stocks and supplies. It was a good peaceful few moments. Sure Charlie was a great help and he was a great son as well. The boy did as he was told and never horse played in the store. He never spoke back and he worked hard at his part with the wonderful stones he helped attached to their customers' tools. Still, it was nice to have the store to himself. It was quiet time and quiet time was the best time. He loved the boy, a lot, but he loved his peace and quiet just as much. He straightened a few cans on the shelf and restocked a couple of empty baskets before repositioning himself back behind the counters.

When the bell above his door rung, Chen looked up. Seeing who it was, he grinned and said, "Chelsea! How are you?" His gaze goes over her shoulders and landed at the boy who trailed behind Chelsea like a duckling, "Who have you brought?"

Chelsea smiled, "I didn't bring him. He brought himself to us. Meet my cousin, Chen. His name's Vincent. I've told you a bit about him right?" The man nodded stroking his beard, "Oh! I remember him!" Leaving his counter he walks over and clasped Vincent's shoulders, "Your cousin, here, came just last season asking me about strawberry seeds. She shared your whole life story with me in a mere 30 minutes as she shopped!" Shaking Vincent's hand he nodded, "My name is Chen. I have a son too, but he's a child. He's not here right now, but I'm sure if you stop by later, you'll meet him! It is a pleasure to meet you."

It struck Vincent that this was the first formal introduction since William, and as he was, now, a family member, it didn't count. The cook, Pierre, was too busy to truly notice him. Elliot was too flustered with his mistake and the broken goods and Natalie probably developed a crush on him by now, not to mention how they were scurried out of the house so fast, he wouldn't have known their names if he hadn't asked Chelsea. Vincent shook the older man's hand and nodded writing, "It is a pleasure to meet you Chen. I hope to become nice friends with you." The message was a bit dry and emotionless so Vincent opt to draw a smiley face next to the word "you". Reading the message, Chen smiled and patted Vincent on the shoulders again, "Welcome to Sunshine Island, Vincent."

"Welcome to my room, Vince!" Gray pushed open the inn door and ushered his best friend into the room before entering himself, closing the door behind him with a light click. Vincent looked around in awe, noting at how neat it was. Grinning he turned at Gray, "So…I take it my organization skills worked?"

Gray crossed his arms and let out a humph, "More like I just moved in and my clothes are still at gramps." He patted the bed, signaling for Vincent to sit down before planting himself next to him. The two sat in silence for a while before Vincent grinned at Gray, "So! You're 16! Get to move out, have your own place! Lucky duck! I still have a whole year before I can do that myself."

Gray shrugged, "Can't live with gramps forever ya know? I mean, the blacksmith is constantly sweltering with heat! The room is no different with just a slight three degrees or so lower in temperature. Not to mention the size!" He went on to complain about Saibara's room. It was the same every three weeks or so prior to the move. Gray would always mumble about his grandfather's bedroom at the blacksmith. He had said it enough times to rehearse it word for word to anyone willing to listen, which would usually be his best friend, Vincent.

Gray had grown up with his grandfather. He'd known the heat since he was still a baby would couldn't walk and talk, not the ideal place to raise a child. He slept in his grandfather's room on a bedroll rather than a proper mattress. As a child, as a precaution to hyperthermia, Saibara had brought in fans and did install air conditioning. As Gray grew and passed the "fragile baby stages" Saibara removed the air conditioners but kept the fan, "A man's gotta sweat! How will you learn if you can't take the heat?" The floor was hard and the bedroll did not help much. It was a boring room without a single television or book that didn't involve different types of minerals and rocks or what tools were called what. He didn't start liking those books until he got older, in which by then Saibara's passion began to peel and rub off onto his grandson.

"I have my own bed now!" He pounded the mattress with his fist, a hard rough fist that was shaped with years of training with Saibara. He ran his hand over the fluffy bedding and blankets before plopping down, laying with his hand across his eyes, "I have my own room, own privacy, own entertainment, own bed, own dressers…"

Vincent looked over and for a second he could feel a flutter in his stomach. Nodding, he laid down and thought, Own room huh? I have my own room. I just wish I felt the same freedom as you did buddy. For a second the two of them laid there silently, one loving his freedom, the other free but still trapped.

Free but still trapped…

Free but still trapped…

"Vincent?" He blinked and smiled signing, "What?"

"You were staring off into space just now. Are you okay?" Chelsea asked.

"Oh yeah! At the mention of the island…all I could think of was…Elliot's beet red face when you walked in on him," he lied. There was a laugh shared between the three before Chelsea decided to ease Chen's curious air by giving him the story about Elliot's misfortune this morning. "I mean…I worked hard on the eggs and milk and don't forget the time spent in processing and fermenting the yogurt—Oh! But he didn't have to fuss so badly about it! It wasn't so big of a deal!"

Pretending to listen to Chelsea, Vincent grinned when he heard Chen laugh.

I wonder how Gray is doing?

Vaughn was out for the moment, but it didn't matter much to Mirabelle or her daughter. After all, his appearance was often no difference to the environment. Though he was as honest, hardworking, fair and good man, he was too quiet and sometimes his expressions scared off visitors, especially Charlie and Eliza. He was even cold to Chelsea when she first came, though the two seemed to improve overtime.

Julia came in as Mirabelle was dusting off dirt off the register and counter, "Ma! I'm back! The animals are fed and a couple of the hens laid eggs. Do you want them hatched or sold?" Maribelle looked up with a smile, "Sold. Vaughn said something about bringing a new shipment of chicks next week anyways so there is no point." Julia nodded turning to the stove, "Should I start with making lunch? I found some grapes from my morning walk today. I'm thinking a nice jelly and bread with milk would be a decent lunch."

A cold shudder went through Mirabelle from her chest out to her extremities. Her daughter was one of the worst cooks she'd ever seen in her life. Mirabelle had met Karen, from Mineral Town, before and even she was no match for her daughter's foul cooking. Julia would even burn water! Does she even know how to make jam? Trying her hardest to hide her fear and disappointment-I have truly tried to teach her cooking. Maybe it's my teaching skills- of her daughter's food and dishes she said, "Oh! Julie dear, I was thinking of heading off to the diner or the café to grab lunch today—" THINK THINK! "It's awfully hot and Nick and Haila's got air conditioning. I do sorely crave Haila's steamed egg custards."

Julia shrugged, knowing that it wasn't truly hot and that her mother was only avoiding her cooking, but she loved her mother, "Okay. Sure. I guess I don't mind some cool refreshing yogurt." She forced a smile and went into the room with a, "I'm going to change out of my work clothes first, okay ma?"

Good job, Mirabelle. You successfully hurt your daughter's feelings, Mirabelle told herself with a frown. At least Julia took it well better than she thought she would, Well I hope she took it well…

Just then, the door opened with the bell jingling signifying a customer. "I'm sorry we're closed for lunch. Can you—"

"Mirabelle!" Chelsea bounded in with a boy tolling behind like a tug-a-duck without the rope. She gave the woman a hug before pulling a hand to her mouth, "Oops. Were you planning to head out?"

"Oh yes. I'm sorry dear for inconveniencing you. We'll be back later." Peering behind her and then left and right, Mirabelle leaned toward's Chelsea and whispered, "Well I usually don't eat out until after we close…but Julia was planning on cooking for lunch. I should I made lunch earlier, but it was too hot." Chelsea nodded with sympathy. Julia was an awful cook, and everyone knew it. She was sure Julia knew it as well.

Turning around to usher Vincent over she said, "Not buying today though. I've plenty of feed and I don't have any sick animal to cure, but I am here to show my cousin around. I won't take long. Just a short introduction is fine. Vince?"

Vincent smiled and waved before writing in his pad, "Nice to meet you. My name is Vincent Matthew Goodwill." He held his hand out to shake Mirabelle's hand.

"Oh! The one Chelsea is always talking about? Nice to meet you finally! Here I was about to explode with all of the Vincent talk but never getting to actually meet you." Instead of shaking Vincent's hand, she gave him a big bear hug, "Welcome to Sunshine Island deary buns!" She reared back towards a room and shouted, "Julie! We have a guest!"

Another woman came out from the room, but unlike Mirabelle she wasn't short or chubby. In fact, she was gorgeous. Pulling free of the bear hug from the older woman Vincent waved at the new woman by the doorway with a shy smile on his face. The girl was tall, very tall and her white boots only made her taller. She had long chest length hair that she was brushing into a high pony-tail. She wore short blue jeans and had an open shirt over a crop top, leaving her navel bare. She was a hot woman causing Vincent to blush.

Julia didn't seem to notice this as she was busy with her pony tail and brush, but she did have a huge smile on, "You're Vincent right? I wouldn't expect Chelsea to stroll in with new guests other than you! Nice to meet you!" Finishing up with her hair she disappeared into the room again and returning, this time without the brush. She gave Vincent a small hug-What is with this family with hugs over shakes?- before introducing herself, "I'm Julia! My fiancé is Elliot. You met him right?" What? WHATTTT?! He heard Chelsea snicker at his expression. Noticing that his mouth was hanging wide open he snapped it shut with a blush and then a glare toward's Chelsea. Julia seemed confused- Thank the Harvest Goddess…- and said, "What? I don't get it?" She turned towards Chelsea who seemed too into her fit of giggles to answer so she turned to her mother with a shrug, "What?"

Taking the chance to answer Vincent said, "Never mind her. She's loon. My name's Vincent. I'm Chelsea's cousin from her father's side. I'm here to visit a bit. Nice to meet you, Julia." Like with Chen's introduction he added a smile at the end.

Chelsea stopped laughing, "Ok. We have to go. I used to tell Will how small this island is but once you start introducing someone to your fellow villagers, you'll notice that suddenly the island's not so uninhabited anymore." With a wink at Mirabelle, who was still smiling at Vincent she said, "I'm sure you guys were heading out anyways. Have fun at…Haila's…Nick's…?"

Mirabelle followed them out with Julia behind her as she locked up the barn shaped store, "We're heading to Haila's Café for lunch. You should take your cousin there for a treat!" She gave Vincent a wink and ruffled his hair, "Try again, deary. There are plenty of fishies in the sea!"

As Chelsea left tugging away a mumbling Vincent, he could hear the conversation between Julia and her mother, "What? I still don't get it! Ma!"

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII—HM—IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

There Ya go :o

A Chapter Four. Part 1 of 2 of Vincent's tour around Sunshine Island. Next chapter will be Sprout Island and the rest of the islands.

Thanks for Reading, Reviews would be nice of course 3