Johnathan Gulliver, Tom Swift, and Issac Lemuel clung to a wooden door, their eyes wide with fear as the Royal Caribbean Cruise ship disappeared beneath the waves. The relentless storm tossed them like rag dolls, each boy gripping the door with all his might. Exhausted, they watched as the island emerged from the mist, a green speck of hope in an endless sea.
The boys awoke to the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore. Johnathan was the first to rise, rubbing his eyes as he took in the peculiar landscape. Everything seemed normal, yet strangely small. "Are we dreaming?"[/@ch_2_d] he wondered aloud, nudging [@ch_3]Issac awake.
"If we are, I hope we never wake up," replied Issac, his gaze fixed on a tiny village nestled among the trees.
















