Shipwrecked in Paradise

It had been days since that fateful battle. The overturned ship sat on its side upon a gray mass in the water. Gaston had definitely seen better days, those two bastards had certainly done a number on it. The crew had tired to repair the ship to no avail. They used all the planks and nails they could gather but the boat just kept on taking water. None of them were skilled enough to patch the damage up.

"I tell ya Chrome it's useless." A glum voice spoke to the ocean. "I mean I'm just trying to save nature and everyones so against it. Why do they hate the world?" The boy stood from his sitting position and peered out across the open ocean, his gloom heightened by each island they passed. Another place he'd have to come back to. Now that the crew had reached Paradise there was a whole number of things Melodias wanted to do, but they'd have to wait. Getting Gaston repaired was his top priority. "Anyone see Sharp Wrock Island yet?" He shouted out, glancing back in an attempt to find his crew. The moving "island" they sat on, courtesy of Chrome, on quite large with most of the crew usually being pretty spread out. "Anyone see it!"