Island of Nowhere

Island of Nowhere

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Travel in a strange, peculiar island of Dirbyndoe with odd- looking, creepy creatures. In this weird place, Discover the unresolved questions and unravel the mysteries behind it's oddities. When Daniel and Caroline have their vacation unwillingly with their uncle, Scott hired an old rusty ship owned by Frank together with his daughter, Louise. In a twist of fate, they were shipwrecked and Unexpectedly came into an Island of Nowhere, The Island of Dirbyndoe. Scott reminisced and remembered something about the book and the stories his father, Max told him before, his journey and experiences. An idea came to Scott's mind to find his long-lost father to answer all the questions running on his mind while he's being responsible with his niece and nephew. Will they accomplish their unexpected mission, go for a not- so- ordinary adventure and lead back home safe?
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Imagine a box. Any box you want. It could be a vintage chestnut chest imported from France, or a simple moldy cardboard box. Either way, it serves the same purpose, being shoved away in the corners of your dusty attic, with a variety of miscellaneous forgotten treasures. You never realise it's up there, abandoned in the thick coating of dust and neglect, until one day, it's all gone. It's always gone just when you discover that its contents may have been key to uncovering the troubled past of that box. But how much would it matter? How far would you go to retrieve the lost broken reveries? My name is Sea. It's a strange name, I know, especially since I can't recall ever being near a sea, but my folks have always been rather strange people. At least, from what I can remember. I've never really known them, but my whole life has been formed around their existence. The things I have learned from them could be looked at as troubled lessons of the world I lived in, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. However, accepting that fact could only be the beginning. This is all that I had gained from my life, and everything my parents gave me. This is all that they had left behind.

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