A Tropical Odyssey

DJ woke up to the sound of his alarm squawking at him. He groaned drowsily. He was still to tired to even open his eyes, so he just lay where he was. He reached for his sunglasses he kept at night on the chest of drawers next to his bed. "Wow! What a weird dream that was!" he thought. "At least it's over now. I think I'll go and see Vinyl today. Now where are my... Suddenly, DJ realised something. Alarm clocks don't squawk. Come to think of it, he didn't even have an alarm clock! Even stranger, he noticed that his feet were wet! He slowly opened his eyes... and found a large seagull perched on his stomach. "AHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, falling over backwards. The seagull flew off in surprise.

DJ sat up and looked around him. He found himself on a small island, just big enough to be about the size of Ponyville. It was still night-time, but there was no sign of the S.S. Seagallop. He was stranded. "Ugh... What is with me and trouble?" He then groaned. "Oh man! My records! They're at the bottom of the sea now!" He then stopped complaining and realised something. "Vinyl... I'll never see Vinyl or my friends again..." His ears drooped, as this realisation came to him. He quickly pulled himself together. "NO! I can't think like that! I've just got to get off this island, but how? Panicking certainly won't help. I need to relax. Now, if I'm going to think properly, I'm going to need some things." He trotted off into the jungle.

It was warm and humid in the jungle. There were lots of colourful exotic plants, and strange, slightly unsettling cries. He looked about him, trying to see if he could find any sort of food. He then found what he was searching for, a large palm tree that was laden with coconuts! "Sweet!" he said, before flying up to the top of the tree. He picked a few of the coconuts and wrapped them in the large palm leaves of the tree, using the leaves to carry the coconuts back to the beach. He then ventured back into the jungle to look for some sturdy vines.

After a while, DJ came back with some vines, and used them to tie some of the palm leaves between two trees, making a relatively comfortable hammock. As he stepped back to admire his handiwork, he happened to look back to shore. He noticed a small object lying in the shallows. As he approached, he realised that it was his sunglasses and saddlebags, both undamaged. He put on his sunglasses and began to look through his saddlebags. While the outside was soaking wet, his belongings inside were perfectly dry. He brought his saddlebags back up the shore, got into his hammock and began to drink from a coconut. He sighed contentedly. "This could work!" he said to himself, chuckling. "If I have to spend my time stranded on this island, I may as well do it in style, with some tasty refreshments!" He laughed at what he was saying. "This isn't a holiday! I've got more important things to worry about than the quality of refreshments on this island!"

The sun was beginning to rise, and he had front row seats. He looked out to sea, smiling as he watched another spectacular sunrise, courtesy of Princess Celestia. Suddenly he noticed a red figure on the beach. "Could it be? Another... survivor?"

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Sterling groaned. "Uhhhhh... my whole body feels sore!" he thought to himself. He had awoken, after what had seemed like an eternity, when in reality it had only been a few hours. The first thing he noticed was the yellow sands he lay on. "I must have made it after all!" he thought to himself. He struggled to his hooves, due to his whole body feeling sore. He looked around him at the island, trying to see if there were any signs of life. All he could was lush palm trees, blowing in the wind, the calm blue waters that had washed him ashore, a hammock...

"Wait... a hammock?" he thought to himself, puzzled. "Who's that lying in the hammock? Is that somepony from the S.S. Seagallop?" He began to get excited. Ignoring the numbing pain he felt I his body, he galloped towards the pony. "HEY!" he called. "Are you from the S.S. Seagallop?"

DJ got out of his hammock and smiled at the survivor. "Hey, I'm DJ BRONI3! I'm glad to see somepony else made it out alive!" He was glad to have met another survivor. Suddenly, he remembered. "Oh! I'll go get some more supplies. I'll make you a hammock. They're surprisingly comfortable, for being made out of leaves! Stay here, and I'll be back in a few minutes!" With that, DJ trotted off into the jungle in search of more materials.