Harvest Moon Island of Confusion

An Island of Happiness?

"Hey! Chelsea!"

Her eyes shot open, smile widening as a familiar voice was heard. She rose from her bed, feet sweeping off the sheets as she launched herself out of her quilted blanket, only to sprint towards her closed window.

The curtain was pulled back, and the window slid open. Standing outside of her window, was her childhood rival, Mark. Chelsea was the main farmer in her little happy town, after washing ashore with a lovely family, watching as their ship was devoured by the monstrous waves of the storm.

Many years passed and the town became lively once more. News was quick to spread regarding the once abandoned island, having been the reason for most visitors. Even Mark, the boy next door who mourned for Chelsea, dropped everything he had to come to the island and see for himself.

"Happy Birthday Chelsea" he smiles warmly, soon to replace the smile with a mischievous grin. "A Present like I had promised"

Chelsea's cheeks glowed, her smile continuing to widen. "Oh? You remembered? How unexpected of you"

"You moron" she giggled as a sigh rolled off his tongue. "No one could ever forget your birthday"

Chelsea continues to giggle, making Mark quickly grow red with embarrassment. He had both hands hidden behind his back, and suggested that she picked one. Chelsea pointed to his left hand, raising a concerned brow as he smirked.

"Sure thing!" Mark revealed his left hand to her, displaying a rusted old watering can.

"Huh? That looks a lot like the.... thank you?" she changed her sentence to a grateful one. Mark laughed.

"Relax" he chuckles. "Like hell I would give you a piece of trash like this"

In his right hand, was a delicate bouquet of flowers, booming with intense, yet elegant colours. He handed it to her, and felt accomplished when he saw her tear up.

"Oh Mark!" She cried. "Thank you!" Chelsea ran out the front door, and jumped into his arms, her own tightly wrapped around his neck.

"Ch-Chelsea! Too tight!" he says, gasping for air. Though he didn't wish for it to have an ending, for moments like these truly impacted him the most. He wrapped his arms around her, embracing her also, when-

"You two!"

Mark turned his head as did Chelsea, when men wearing armoured suits approached the pair. His eyes narrowed, and he was found holding her in such a way, it seemed as if he would never let go. Chelsea pulled herself away from his body by pushing off his chest.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Who would run such a cheap, shabby farm?" the two men made many jokes, causing Chelsea to throw that rusted watering can at the side of one man's head.

"I do" she yells. "I own this run-down farm, and if you don't like the way it looks, then feel free to turn your horses around and GET LOST!"

The man turned his head, a faint growl echoed within the helmet shaped with silver. He jumped off his horse and smirked as he towered over the female farmer. "Oh-ho? You have quite the foul mouth, girly"

Mark raced towards them, sliding along the dirt to stand between the two. His wide spread arms were pushed down to his waist, lowered by Chelsea as she moved ahead of him.

"Chelsea!" Mark shouts at her. Taking grasp of her right arm, and trying to restrain her. "Don't bite off more then you can chew!"

"You should listen to him, little girl. I'd hate to have to strike that pretty face of yours"