A/N: Hello, everybody! Welcome back to another installment of The Loompaland Log! As usual, I will be starting off by responding to your reviews. To XXCandyLoverXX, hey, it has been a while, hasn't it? Yep, Slugworth's candies being limited to dollar stores seems like a fitting punishment. Glad you liked the chapter. To dragonserpent18, I know, last chapter was definitely a lot more dense with information than any of the other chapters. To ASBusinessMagnet, yeah, this story takes place in the same continuity as The Everlasting Gobstopper. A Trip to 1971 and A Second Chance are both in their own weird little continuities, but my more "serious" fanfics (this one and Gobstopper) take place in the same continuity. So, I guess if you really wanted to, you could consider this a prequel to Gobstopper, but it'd be a very indirect one. And to answer your question, someone can change their accent if they just practice talking in a different accent for long enough. It's not impossible. To food 66, thank you for the suggestion, but I don't think I'll be including your idea of a forest fire in this story. To Linkwonka88, yeah, I learned more about cocoa myself when researching for this story, so I'm glad you learned something new as well! You'll find out soon enough where this story will end. To JOHNHAMMOND1993, is Carl dead? How will Wonka get off the island? Well, I'll just say that you'll find out the answer to both of those questions very soon. And I will be answering how many chapters are left in the story at the end of this chapter. To mattTheWriter072, yep, like I said to ASBusinessMagnet, I made those references to keep continuity with The Everlasting Gobstoppper. Yeah, "The Wonkateers" would be a good band name, wouldn't it? To TheIndividualist, yeah, I really wanted to fill in the gaps in Willy's life that we never found out about, so I'm glad you liked it. To Guest, thank you for the suggestion, but I'm going to pass on Willy finding a shark. He's faced enough dangerous creatures as is. Anyways, thank you to everyone who left a review, and here's the next chapter!

Log 20

Today, the Oompa-Loompas fixed the bridge that I and the rest of the ship crew had broken when we first arrived on the island, because they wanted a quick access to the beach. Once they had fixed it, some of them went off to gather some food from the beach; however, when they came back about an hour later, they brought back Carl Samson with them. Yeah. I was pretty shocked. When he saw me, he said, "Willy! You're alive! All this time, I thought you were dead!"

"So did I!" I told him in response.

During the time he was on the beach, he used an emergency raft that was stored on the SS Albatross to go out and catch fish in the ocean using a makeshift spear. And it rains quite often in Loompaland, so he just collected the rain water to drink. Unfortunately, with the rain comes frequent thunderstorms, so the weather conditions were quite brutal for him on the beach. He used many distress signals to alert any ships, such as flares, smoke signals, and a mirror to reflect sunlight. Carl said that I should join him so that we could both be saved if any ship comes this way.

I wanted to. I really did. But I also felt horrible about leaving the Oompa-Loompas behind if we ever did get rescued. We had grown so close that I couldn't bear to leave them here on this deathtrap of an island. Carl seemed to understand this, as even in the short time span he knew the Oompa-Loompas, he could tell they were such a wonderful group of people. I started to think if there was any way that things could work out, and then I suddenly put two and two and two and two together—the Oompa-Loompas hate the disgusting food they have to eat here, they hate all the terrible beasts that can kill them in seconds, they love cocoa beans, and I'm looking for a workforce in my factory to replace my old one. You can probably see where I'm going with this.

I went straight to Chief Opo Landis's treehouse to have a chat with him. I told him (in Oompa-Loompese sign language, of course), "My friend and I are going to be signaling for help so we can get off this island. Hopefully, we will, and I can live in my factory again."

He told me in response, "I'm very happy for you. This tribe has never been happier since you came, and it was great having you live with us. I hope you make it back home to your factory."

I then continued to tell him, "Well, that's what I wanted to talk about, though. Come live in my factory. You can have all the cocoa beans you want! I will even pay your wages in cocoa beans if you wish!" Then, on behalf of the entire Oompa-Loompa tribe, Opo Landis shuck hands with me in agreement.

So, some of the Oompa-Loompas joined Carl on the beach to act as ship scouts, where they'll continue to use distress signals. Once they do spot a ship coming our way, they'll alert everyone back at the village so we can all make our way to the beach and be rescued. And Carl is going to be living here in the village with the rest of us each night from now on. They already made him his own treehouse. I'll write back if I have any updates. Until then, Willy Wonka.

Log 21

Well, it's been three days since my last log, and still no luck; we're still all back at the village, waiting for any news from the ship scouts. The Oompa-Loompas all insist that a ship will come to save us soon, though. I wish I could be as optimistic as they are right now. I mean, the Oompa-Loompas said themselves that the last time anyone else came to this island was many, many years ago. What are the chances that any other ships will come anywhere near here again so soon?

I hate for this log to be so negative, but that wouldn't have been the case had I not gotten my hopes up in the first place. I should have never taken the news of Carl being alive as a guarantee that we will get off this island. I hate for this log to be so short as well, but I honestly can't think of much else to say. The days have been pretty slow lately. The entire tribe has just been anticipating the arrival of any ships, since they want to get off this island just as badly as Carl and I do—especially after hearing how wonderful my factory is. I can't blame them one bit. Anyways, until any further updates, Willy Wonka.

Log 22

This morning, I was woken up by an Oompa-Loompa yelling, "Boat! A Boat is here! Everyone, come to the beach quickly!" Of course, not in English, but in Oompa-Loompese. The entire treetop village lit up with uproarious chatter among the Oompa-Loompas, and I scrambled out of my treehouse with all my belongings as fast as I could. I told the Oompa-Loompas to bring some green caterpillars, snozzberries, and pixa leaves with them to the beach, because I might end up making some candies using them. Who knows? Better to be safe than sorry.

Once we all arrived at the beach, we did see a ship arriving in our direction—of course, it only looked like a small black dot near the horizon at that point. Then, I quickly realized something: I can't let the people on that ship see the Oompa-Loompas. Carl signed a contract before going on this trip stating that he cannot disclose any information about this expedition or any of the findings from it to the public, so I didn't have to worry about him, but the people on that ship did not sign such a contract. I couldn't let the rest of the world know about the Oompa-Loompas. If they did find out about them, they'd want to take them away from me, and I couldn't let that happen. I don't think the Oompa-Loompas would want that to happen, either.

So, what is there to do? Do we just ignore the ship and move back permanently into the deadly jungles? Or do we just face the problem head-on and hope for the best? The ship was getting closer, so there wasn't much time to decide. Luckily, I didn't have to go with either one of those decisions, because I remembered that we had brought large crates onboard the Albatross. Carl and several of the Oompa-Loompas helped me bring out the crates from the shipwreck, then all the Oompa-Loompas started to file into them. I felt really bad doing this to them, but I told them that the situation is only temporary and that it was for the best.

As the ship was getting closer, we realized it was a cargo ship. Once it reached the beach, one of the crew members came down from the ship and asked us what happened. We told him that our ship wrecked on this island after a storm and that we have since been on the beach, signaling for a ship to find us. We asked him if we could bring our crates onboard, and he said, "Yes," so the crates were put onto the ship using cranes. He asked me what were in the crates out of curiosity, and I just said they were some ingredients from the island. So, after that, we were off.

The captain of the ship told me that they were on their way to Kandla (an Indian seaport) to deliver some supplies, but they were faced with a harsh sea storm, sending them off course, where they then spotted our distress signals. But now, of course, they're back on track to Kandla. I told him that we actually have to get to Kanyakumari, so they're going to be dropping us off there on their way.

That's pretty much all the updates I have for now. I can't believe we were actually saved! Now, all we have to worry about is getting home safely. Hopefully, that won't be a problem. Once we arrive at Kanyakumari, all the Oompa-Loompas and I will take my private jet back to Gumpshire, and we'll all move into the factory. I think this will be my last log on this journey, but I will be sure to write one last one to fill you in on how the Oompa-Loompas have adapted to life in the factory. Until then, Willy Wonka.

A/N: So, like Willy said, there's only going to be one more chapter of this story, with only one more log. But it will be a lengthy log, so be sure to stay tuned for that!