*The ladder leads up to a cramped wooden shack, with a more recent extension-a room partially composed of both red and stone-grey bricks, and partially composed of glass for a view of the ocean.*

*Outside, you can plainly see a massive tower of sorts permeating above the shack. The rest of the island is rather dull and ordinary for an island, save for the tall sugar canes that line the edges of the island and the immense amount of Shellder-and nothing else. Only Shellder. There are various farms on the surface too, though dealing exclusively with wheat. There's a mineshaft directly under one of them.*

I would like to call these islands the Shell islands, but I can no longer tolerate Shellder anymore. Moving on...*Gestures to a railroad track that goes to another island, barely visible in the distance.*