What begins as a sunny and peaceful afternoon out sailing for a small crew of humans soon turns disastrous. They are working on their ship, tying knots in ropes to secure things and hoisting the masts when a wind gust blows. The captain, a small red-faced man with a long black mustache, steps out on the highest deck at the stern. His smile fades and his eyes squint upon noticing something in the distance off the bow.
"What is that?" He asks.
"Captain! We appear to be heading towards an unknown island." A crewmate says out loud.
"Impossible! There shouldn't be any landmasses out in this part of the ocean. It's not even on any of the maps." The captain replies.
Suddenly, a booming roar of thunder overhead is heard by the entire crew. They look up and see dark storm clouds thickening together. The forecast has not predicted a storm for today. All has been quiet up until now. A few blasts of lightning strike down from the sky and crash into the ocean below.
The waves have been calm for the past several hours, but now the sea is churning and rocking the boat from all sides. Just as the ship is ready to tip over, a giant wave from behind forms and threatens their lives. The humans on the ship decide the best course of action is to put on their air bubble helmets and abandon ship.
Before leaving, the captain writes a distress call on a sheet of paper. Handing it to the turtle next to him, he tells the little green shell animal, "Take this to Big Green. May the currents guide you safely."
The turtle grabs the paper in its mouth, jumps off the side and swims off. It fights the rising waves and unnatural currents and motions in the waters along the way. Even a natural born swimmer like it almost drowns when the giant wave finally crashes down on the ship, breaking it apart.
As the humans pop up to the surface of the sea, they can barely keep their heads above water. Fortunately, they have their air bubbles to keep them breathing. However, the stormy waves are wild and rough, as if they are purposely trying to kill them. The captain then spots the mysterious island in the distance is getting closer.
Truly, they aren't the ones moving closer to it. It is a moving island.
Dangerous at it seems, the captain decides their best chance of survival is to make it to this island before it floats away. "Quickly, men! Swim to shore while it's still near!" he shouts to his crew.
They all start swimming towards the sandy shoreline. At one point, they realize they have to link arms to ensure they don't get separated and pulled further out to sea. It does hinder their ability to swim properly, though. As luck would have it, each crew member makes it to the island with only minimal injuries.
Once they make back to land, some crew members begin kissing the sands of the shoreline, thankful and relieved to have made it out of that storm alive. But the captain knows this isn't over yet. For he notices that even though the storm still rages on beyond the shores of this island, it seems to be a storm ringed around the island itself. It's as if the storm is meant to protect the island from something.
His assumptions are proven correct when several mysterious assailants jump out from the edge of the jungle at the end of the shoreline.
They are just dark silhouettes at this point, but they look fierce, menacing, and intent on seeing to it that these humans do not get any further onto their territory. Most of which have the forms of animals. Some are furry, others feathery, and a few even pop out from the ocean behind them. But they are certainly not like any creatures the crewmates have seen before. These animals move in, surrounding the wide-eyed and trembling humans.
Their screams echo at a bird's eye view of the island.