Chapter Four
Years and Years and Years and Years and Years on the Island…
Five years has passed. I am still stuck on this stupid island. I have called for the Warpstar every hour during my time here. I had nothing to live in except some berries I found. They really ache my stomach, BADLY. And this place is running out of berries, and some of them I found were poison. I had to pay for eating them. Ooooooooh I really want some meat now and then, but those stupid gulls keep on flying away every time I get close to them .And I can't cook. YET! And I don't think there are any living beings here. Except a few bugs, which I have to eat to survive and man they taste horrible. Never more, this pen is beginning to run out of i-
"DAMN PEN!" Kirby chuck the pen as far as he can into the island's forest. Kirby is standing on the beach with a book on the sands, prop open. He gathers up the book, holding as if to save it from a fire, and begins to run towards the direction of the pen.
"Don't go. Don't go. Don't go. Don't go. Don't go." Kirby has just remembered that that was the last thing Tiff gave him, before he got blown to the island. He knows that he'll never she her again, so he kept the diary and pen as a treasure of his past life.
"Where is that pen?" Kirby look at the branches of the trees to find his matching cobalt pen. He found nothing but leaves and leaves. He advances as he looks up at the treetops, gazing at the rays of lights that made it through. After a couple of minutes a shimmering azure light flickers in front of Kirby's eyes.
"Ah! There's that thing." Kirby spot his pen in a tree, along with some lavender berries, which Kirby look in disgust. He just remembers the incident when he ate some, and got what he paid for. A long time with the bushes. He jumps to retrieve the pen, but shortness is a disadvantage.
"DAMN! How am I going to get you now?" Kirby hammer his feet to the ground, in anger. Then a thought hit him in the head, like Tuff's mud balls. He inhales as much air as possible, held his breath, and…
Pluff pluiff pluff
He ascends 7 feet off the ground and grabs his inkless pen. He stares at it for a couple of minutes, and held the pen close to his chest. His life was wonderful, until the storm can and threw his life in the trash, and the dumpster sends it to the waste land filled with loneliness. Kirby slow walk back to the beach, as he held on to his treasures.
As his foot touch the rough texture of the beach, a nearby bush jangle. He turned around to see what has run out, or into the bush. Nothing but the thicket is what Kirby saw. He stared at the bush for half an hour, and nothing. He then continued his walk to the beach.
"What can a guy like me do for food?" Kirby walk up to the surfs of the waves, inhale air and yell:
"WARPSTAR!!!!"
After yelling it for the umpteenth time, he buries his face in his hands. Small rivulets flow out of his eyes, as he sobs, for the first time in five years. Cold, yet burning, waters run down his pink hands and cheeks. He then places his hands on the soft sands of the seaside and stares at the ruby sunset. He thought of how he's going to get food, and how long can he live this dream, that is, if this is a dream, which is not. As the sky draws a curtain to the sunlight, Kirby set off to find wood.
Only a few sticks Kirby found in the forest, near the beach. He doesn't want to leave his dairy laying there, but there was—I mean is no one around, so Kirby sees no harm of leaving his treasures behind. Then he notice that he has no choice but to venture deep in the forest, like he did earlier when he throw his useless ballpoint. As he venture further, he found more than enough firewood
"Wow. I found more than enough firewood." Kirby walk be to shoreline, to build his little bon fire and stare at the stars. A leaf in the thicket rustle. Kirby swiftly turn around to find the source. He waited for minutes until the sky is as dark as the corner of a bed room at night, with the lights off. Kirby know his vision isn't good at night so he walked to his diary.
"AH! No!" He drops the wood and run for the diary, which is drifting away with the waves. As Kirby grab the book, the pages are as dry as Kawsaki's cooking. Nothing of the inside of the covers is wet. Kirby place the book by the pen, which is sticking out of the sand like a hedgehog's quills. Kirby begin to arrange the sticks and rub two of them against each other until red flames appear. Kirby stare at the silent, yet, gloomy, but glittery sky. Then he move head down to stare at the black waters.
"Hey little clam buddy," Kirby spot an emerald clam half bury in the sands. He digs his hand into the sands, and scoops the clam out. He spins it around in his hands to examine the grooves etched on the glossy shell. He then set the clam by his little camp fire, hinges towards the flames, and continues to stare at the black horizon. He closes his eyes, wondering if his life would get any worsted. After all, he did survive five years on the island. All he wants is to get back to Dreamland, but how. Just as he thought, a smell of delicious scallop comes to his nose. He opens his eyes to see the horizon once more, but…
"AAHHHH! CLAM BUDDY! You're getting cooked! Let me get you out!" Kirby reach for the open clam and burn his finger tips (Oh…wait… he doesn't have any) his hands…thingy…or something. Kirby has been on the island and almost forgot what food is.
"Oooooooo! Food! Finally! Some meat!" Kirby grab his spare sticks and rib the together until they are clean as a whistle. Kirby use his hand made chopsticks and pick up the living flesh, or was the living flesh, out of its dish. Kirby place it in his mouth-
"AHHH! HOT HOT HOT!" Kirby jump around, trying to reduce the heat a bit, chews and swallows.
"Mmmmmmm…Meat. I almost forgot what they taste like," After he finishes his first one, he dig up the sands to find more food to fill his endless stomach.
Hours later, the beach is now scattering with shells of many different colors. Kirby has just fulfilled his stomach desires. Now he is as tire as I am. A little yawn and he set chopsticks in the sand, making then stick out of the ground like his pen. He grabs both his pen and book, and hugs them for the night, like he did for five years. In mere minutes, his mind went off to Dreamland…or did it…
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A/N Ok, not as good as the other chapters, but this is like the bridge that connects it to the next chapter
I see no connection between the two
That is because the next chapter has not been written…Yet
Oh…So what happen to me?
…Does that mean you have been sleeping while acting the story?
…AHH!! I HAVE BEEN THROWN OUT TO AN ISLAND!?!
It takes him that long…
AND I LIVE FIVE YEARS…FIVE YEARS! ON BUGS!?
You forgot berries…
They gave me diarrhea for months!
At least you found food
I have a whole book of comments on this one.
Everyone's a critic.
Well I will start by… that mouse pointer ain't going no where!
And why? This is my first time updating my story within two days…actually it was fiver, but you get it
I have taken the ball out of your mouse! HA! Now you can't move the mouse pointer!
But I am using a laser eye mouse.
Oh… Hold on let me say me com-