Author's Note: I've been waiting all week for this! For the chapter I mean. Not school. Anyway, here we go!
Chapter 28: Coron's Island, Episode 1: Pilot
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip,
That started from this mushroom port,
Aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty killin' dude,
The Skipper a hobo,
Oh eight pirates set sail that day,
For a chase on the go,
A chase on the go.
The weather started getting rough, The ship set ground on the shore And the rest,
The tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the panic of the pathetic crew
The Mushroom would be lost.
The Mushroom would be lost.
Of this uncharted desert isle
With Coron,
And George too.
King Goomba,
And Red Koopa,
The super nerd,
Nottaboo and Shy Guy too,
Here on Coron's Isle.
Enter Coron:
I heard the sound of the surf as my eyes opened. I was lying down near the wreckage of our ship on a beach.
"Ow…" I said, sitting up. "What ha-oh, for the love of… you idiots crashed the ship, didn't you!"
"…maybe," King Goomba said, sticking his head up from behind the wall of the ship.
"I'm still just ticked off that I wasn't in the theme song!" Jr. Troopa said, sitting down with his arms crossed. "I mean, 'And the rest'? That's where they place the unimportant losers!"
"What about Mary Ann?" Tutankoopa asked.
"The exception that proves the rule!" Jr. Troopa said.
"Come on," I sighed, getting up. "George, stay here and look after them. Jr. Troopa and Nottaboo, you come with me."
The three of us made our way into the jungle that was on the island.
"I wonder what kind of cool stuff's on this island?" Jr. Troopa asked.
"It's a deserted desert island," I said. "The only cool stuff that's going to be here are cannibals, coconuts, beasts, and more coconuts."
"Yes," Nottaboo said. "The tiny animals won't know what hit them… the darkness will engulf them as I wrap them in my cold embrace, sucking out every ounce of life they had left…"
"…Coron, Nottaboo's scaring me again," Jr. Troopa whispered to me.
"Suck it up," I replied, but secretly, Nottaboo was scaring me as well.
"…hey, what's that up there?" Jr. Troopa asked, pointing ahead to a group of bushes.
"Bushes," I said. "Moving on."
"No, I think I saw something behind those bushes…" Jr. Troopa said, peeking behind them. Suddenly, a giant monster jumped out, screeching.
"RUN!" Jr. Troopa shouted, he and Nottaboo running back to the beach. I stood my ground, transforming my arms into swords.
"Alright beastie," I said. "Bring it on."
With that, I ran forward. The monster shot down a claw at me, but I blocked it with my sword. After a bit of a struggle, I beat back the claw and jumped up, slashing down with my right arm/sword. The monster rolled out of the way, but I slashed off its tail. It screamed a horrid scream, then looked at me, pure hatred it it's eyes. It dashed forward, but I crossed my two swords into an X right at the creature's throat. With one slash, the beast was no more. I stood straight up, transforming my swords back into arms.
"Don't mess with a Nightmare," I said to the corpse before turning back and walking to the beach. When I got there, I saw everyone huddled around something.
"…what are you all doing?" I asked.
"Listening to the radio!" King Goomba said.
"…what radio?" I asked.
"The radio Tutankoopa made out of coconuts!" Red Koopa said.
"…I'll question how that's possible later," I said, pushing them out of the way and sitting near the radio. "Right now, we need to call for help."
I put on the coconut headset and messed with the coconut dials, trying to get a signal out.
"Attention, this is Coron," I said. "My group and I are stranded on an island and are requesting help."
"Merrywhether to Coron, where are you?" a voice asked on the radio. "We will come to pick you up immediately."
"We are-" I started, but suddenly, Goompa fell from the sky and crushed the radio.
"Hi everyone!" he said. "What did I miss?"
"GOOMPA!" we all shouted. We then chased after Goompa all over the beach.
So this is the tale of our castaways,
They're here for an arc at least.
They'll have to make the best of things,
Else be eat by beasts.
Oh Coron and the hobo too,
Will do their very best,
To make the others stay on track,
In their tropic island nest.
No phone, no lights, no Mario,
Not a single luxury
Oh it's just like Rick Astley,
It's primitive as can be.
So join us here each week my friends,
You may just get a smile,
From the eight stranded castaways
Here on Coron's Isle!
Author's Note: Well, that's it for you. I'm sorry, I really couldn't think of much to put in this chapter, but you get the idea. The next Coron's Island episode should be much better, I hope. Anyway, I'm starting 9th grade today, so that's awesome. Summer's over, and school has begun. So if I go on a hiatus, blame school, not me. Anyway, that's enough talking for now. See you all next time!
