UPDATE: The island is finally settling after the Hurricane, but that really is an understatement. The USA has a new president who has made it clear he is not happy with us. That is why I escaped, or should I say I’m “taking a break.” No one knows where I am except Miro and Katherine. They have been supplying me with U~BUZZ, which I have delivered to the bodega across the street along with a copy of The Karpland Gazette. I have been sending them both cryptic messages to let them know I’m safe.
I hear the fishing has gotten better. Something about the tides shifting has changed, therefore the fish have been swimming closer to the islands. Anyway, that is what I have read in The Gazette. There is a new political group gaining momentum on the islands, The Yellow Priests. This to me smells like a coup d’étate.
I don’t know if I like it here anymore. The world has changed and not necessarily for the better.
Stay tuned…this is only the beginning of what seems to be another bumpy ride.