Preview: Still sticking to my word.

Chapter 5.
Soon the tribe had built an amazing intricate stone picture. They also had three living huts, the population was booming faster then ever, and they had a magical gong restored. Sadly, all of the people who founded the tribe or were directly related to the people who did died. They was still a rumor that two of the founder had come from a village on the other side of the water fall who came from a magical island called Lewon, which was destroyed by a volcano. And how hundreds of years ago they made dock at this very island. How they had built one of the best tribes in the world. The villagers tried to find out who belonged to the Lewonians, and who was a true, 100 percent Isolan. They soon started running low on food, losing a couple thousand every few hours because most were still kids. Plus, the island got boring. So a few adventurous villager, with a nursing mom and a kid, were selected to go on a raft to explore the island for a new place to inhabit. They soon set off. The winds were blowing North, so the raft headed that way. Once they were rounding the Northern part of the shore, a hurricaine force wind picked up, and waves as tall as the Isolan mountains formed, followed by rain. The raft was being driven towards the shore. The villagers could make a basic outline of Isola, but not what they were headed for.
To be continued...