The bestselling island, part 1

“Where's that damn boat?” Helga Kroon is on the lookout. She eager to finally continue with her bestseller, because she is going to be the best-selling book ever stands out for her. It had always been a dream of her to have a quiet place for herself where she could retreat indefinitely to focus on writing her pens. This house is the perfect location. For a moment she had doubts, her budget was probably not enough and who took care of her inner human being. Cooking her own pot and getting enough supplies on the island to survive at least a month, she didn't really like it.

Helga wasn't so into cooking.

But when the King of No Man had asked her what she wanted herself, she saw her chance, she no longer had to worry about the money, and that other little thing had probably been solved as well. That the king might return it was of later concern.

Now that she had installed herself, she is waiting for the first delivery of table cover. Her stomach is rumbling like an idiot. Where's that damn boat? With her luck, they must have delivered the meal to the wrong island. Is that speck in the distance a boat? Helga grabs her pirate viewer, puts him on focus and, indeed, boat, it is a pieremachochel, but the meal is not expensive, so she can't expect too much. For a moment, she gazes at the statue next to the front door of the house. Didn't that just stand up? Now it looks very much like a searching man. Helga chuckles for a while, the image is probably her helping hand in the search for the plot of her book, her imagination has often taken a walk with her. In order not to waste too much precious time waiting, the bestseller writer goes in the cap. After all, she didn't come here to eat out of her nose.