Kroc Resort.
When DK went to Krocodile Tooth Island with his dad, this was the first place Donkey Kong Jr. took him. His memories from that day was an indecipherable, jumbled mess, the consequence of a memory from a time the gorilla was so young. Some details stick out more than others. What he can recall was that this wasn't the same bustling and exciting vacation spot he went to as a young Kong.
Where he remembered buildings being, rubble was in its place. Debris consumed the landscape, turning a resort into a junkyard composed of this place's misfortune. The misery of those who once lived here and lost everything they had without warning, lost memories that they will never get back. For many, their livelihoods weren't the only thing taken from them, but their lives. Lives that had dreams, ambitions, friends, and family they loved and loved them, lives that weren't deserving of such fate. Neither did the loved ones who had to grieve. A horrifying and haunting and sad sight indeed.
The buildings that are still standing suffered. Along with the dust and cobwebs that came with time, water damage suffocated the bottom floors. Windows were broken. Furniture that was once there was missing. The few that remained were broken down and neglected, scattered across the rooms and hallways.
Pools that were a huge attraction to many were dirty, filled with trash that makes them unswimmable. The water park and amusement park that he went with his father and had a great time in were lifeless. Water damage and debris soaked every corner. There were no screams of thrill and music or movement and lights that came from the rides. There was no water splashing from those sliding down twisting slides and into chlorinated water below. Broken and forgotten, the rides will never be operational again. They will never give faces good memories or anxiety. Places of enjoyment became places of depression.
How DK and Donkey Kong Jr. got to the island was a ferry. He remembered how there were boats of all kinds, from little sailboats to giant cruise ships, drifting gracefully on the waters and docks. It was a treat seeing the buoyant vehicles travel. Now there won't be anymore traveling. Docks were ruined. Boats were shipwrecked on the earth, boats were sleeping eternally in watery graves being slammed by waves, slowly eroding and rusting away until nothing remains. A ferry caught everyone's eye. It got stranded far inland and in a particular spot. That was the side of a hotel. It was literally touching the building.
It was all gone. Kroc Resort was gone.
It is a far cry from the lively resort DK remembered it being.
But, something doesn't add up. This doesn't look like the work of monsters, but rather it was smitten by natural disaster; even so, there was still something fishy. This region doesn't get tsunamis. Where it occurred raised an eyebrow as well. Kroc Resort was visible from the mainland. Tsunamis form in oceans. DK is clueless about a lot of things and knows that. How could this place get a tsunami? Perhaps the musical demons spoken of were involved. It is not possible to get a natural tsunami on this side of the island, right? Still, why wouldn't anyone talk about it? He didn't find any info about a tsunami. That was a vital detail they left out. Why would they sweep it under the rug? What else are they covering up? Maybe they know more about the musical demons than what's told. Those thoughts bothered the gorilla as he and the other Kongs continued to explore the island. He just wanted to kill time before an event that is just as depressing as this post apocalypse of an island. Now he could help but to go into detective mode. His ignorant mind straining attempting comprehension, searching for answers that are impossible to find. A futile task but something that he won't give up on.
His head is starting to hurt.