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Nararator: "Meanwhile, far far far away out at sea..."

Bijou woke up to a sea gull screehing in her ear. She wasn't her kind and cutesie herself. I mean, think about it; If you spent one whole day out in the cold icy sea being tossed around and ending up in the middle of no where, lonley, lost, wet, and hungrey, you'd be pissed too.

"Sh'geet away you no-good crap!" she yelled, smacking the bird cruely against the face. It screeched and flew away in a flash.

Bijou got up, she felt heavy, and her skin was all wrinkled from being in the water for so long. She squeezed the ends of her scrawny light blue dress that was heavy with salt water, and un did her now messy braids, squeezing the water out of her shoulder-lenghth, bleach blonde hair. Her usualy pale, perfect, porcelen, human skin was reddish and sunburned.

The girl peered around at her unfamiliar surroundings. It was some kind of strange Island village. There were many strange looking huts, a well, and a few abandoned carts with an assortment of rotting cows, fish, and strange stews. The huts were crafted with an assortment of stivks and wood tightly packed, and were shielded with huge palm tree leafs.

"Zeeze eez facinating." she said walking up to one of the huts and running her pruney hands againsted the handsome, handcrafted door.

To her suppries it flipped open, reelaing a strange island naive. His face was covered in a strage ugly mask, and all he was wearng was a leaf.

"Oi oi laaa leee la le!" he said in a deep voice.

The startled Bijou stepped back in horror.

"I am zo zorrey, I don spek zat." she said stepping back.

The creepy Island dude pulled out a long stick with and held it just a few centimeters from Bijou's cross-eyed face.

Suddenly, the island dude started speaking in Bijou's first language, french

Island dude: "Parlez-vous français ?"

Translation: Do you speak French?

Bijou in a supprised voice: "Oui." o.O

Translation: Yes.

Island dude with a chuckled: "J'ai réalisé cela par votre accent."

Translation: I realized by your accent.

Bijou, starting to pannic: "Qui êtes-vous les gens ? Où suis-je ?"

Translation: Who are you people?Where am I?

Island dude: "Vous êtes en île de Yoursoscrewed."

Translation: You are in the island of Yoursoscrewed.

Island dude: "Je suis le seul qui sait le français. Je suis le seul que vous pouvez communiquer avec."

Translation: I am the only one who knows French. I am the only one you can communicate with.

Bijou: "Mon nom est Bijou. ce qui est à vous ?"

Translation: My name is Bijou. What's yours?

"Heureux pour vous rencontrer. Je suis Meow."

Translation: Pleased to meet you. My name is Meow.

What ze ? Meow? Bijou thought holding back her giggle fit.

"Shi shi shi waaaaaa laaaaa. Blah. BLAH!" One of the natives said poking Meow with the end of his spear. He was obviously speaking in that weird native language.

Translation: Who is this intruder? What is her name?

Meow: "Cha cla cla zeeeooop. Cee che qloop. Blee za, cla geee wa Bijou."

Translation: She is a french little girl, and can speak English too. Her name is Bijou.

Bijou watched the two Islanders, having no idea what was going on.

"Ah, d'ailleurs, ceci est Bob." Meow said, gesturing twoard Bob.

Translation: Oh, by the way, this is Bob.

Bob flicked her off quickly.

She tried to force a friendly smile, but it came out deformed.

Bob: "Heeyaaaah Gee ti ra raaaaa! ki mi la!"

Translation: Mmmm, white meat. Let's eat her!

Suddenly an evil smile flickered across Meows face. (Like anyone could see it behind that damn mask!)

Meow put his arm around Bijou.

Vous pauvre pauvre fille. Obtenons-vous alimenté et nettoyé. Nous pouvons alors parler de comment vous avez obtenu ici, et nous chargeons du transport à la maison, correct ? He said with sympathy.

Translation: You poor poor girl. Let's get you fed and cleaned up. We can then talk about how you got here, and arrange transportation home, okay?