A glassy calm replaced the storm surrounding their boat.The distant thunder struck a note, white-hot and remote.An invisible magnet seemed to steer their course.The island pulled them in with its dreamy force.

Bittersweet: it's what life tastes like. And if you can handle the bitter, the sweet will come later. ~ Klyde, in Piranhas Like S'mores.

A crowd began to gather round to watch the Heat begin.They soon would learn which one would earn the famous Golden Fin!The boards were tied to dolphin guides that pulled them like a sleighto what they called The Channel, every surfer's Dream Highway!

Kat held her head high as she met the King's eye.Her stare was bold, yet sweet, and it would not die.Gansevort looked down into these dark, green pools.And soon his tone softened as he bought her ruse.

Before he got too far, he thought he smelled a fire.No sooner did he blink before he sensed something dire.He heard a sound and froze, danger tickling his nose.His ears perked up as tiny cries of capture rose.