A ten-foot wide, very shallow river ran through the island. With all the commotion, most any creature on the island knew that another wreck had happened. They happened once in every great while. A sad-eyed woman with purple skin laid half in the pool of water, half on the side, looking up the small waterfall that made the pool and started the river. White, thick locks of hair covered her head. She was beautiful. But she was alone. For so long. And even if there were survivors, she knew they'd hate her. And she was reminded of such as a white snake slithered over her cheek, flicking it's tongue out over her face.