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"I say, captain! Slow down! That last wave felt like we were hit!"

"We almost were hit, you imbecile! And I told you, don't call me captain!"

"But who'd fire at a sail boat?"

"We're out in the middle of the pacific! Any one with a brain would fire at such a suspicious target!"

"That sounds less than polite."

"Define polite."

Such was the beginning of a conversation aboard The Particle. Compared to other sail boats, it was indeed a particle. It wasn't any boat, for it had a motor so strong, the propeller on it's axis cruised at a steady five hundred RPM. To extend it's velocity, it was nearly half the size and weight of a typical sail boat. The sailors upon the extraodinary vessel? Six engineers, all equally gifted in knowledge and talent with the sciences and machinations of our world.

The navagator was Dexter Parker, a master of metal and steel. He stood nearly six foot six, and his zebra's shoulders were broad and strong. He was brilliant in a way most would consider brutish and useless. He had contrived systems and plans for automatic, steam powered contraptions! He'd built a prototype of one, and found it worked exceptionally well. The motor upon the Particle was his handy work, and no finer motor would be found in America for at least a decade!

The captain was Tristen Ivars. He was an unusually emotional husky, and not surprising since he was a boy lover after all. He was a master of machinery, and when he worked with Dexter, machines of war and peace could be built! Tristen thought of electricity not as energy, but as information! He was able to plan out brilliant devices and machines that would change the world, undoubtedly.

Then you had Abigail Parker, Dexter's one true love. She had a knowledge and fascination with biology that wouldn't be fully understood, and not for a long time. She had ideas of machinery built around creatures and bacteria, and the likes of which wouldn't be seen by anthran eyes. She was a rather plain and simple otter, but she was able to keep up with the comings and goings of advancing technology. She had inspired the design for her husband's greatest machine, but it wouldn't be built for a long time, and would need a lot of help from Nemo.

Of course, the world revolved around Nemo Asterson, so brilliantly named after the paranoid sociopath in Jules Vernes' novels. The young fox had, of course, deviated from the expection of his name. He was quite the lady killer, and one time it got a bit... literal. She was, by all accounts, trying to murder him, but with his quick mind and knowledge of magnetism and physics, he turned her knife around and shot it through her heart with the flick of a couple switches. He made a bit of a profit off the scene, and used it to fund his research in electricity's interactions with magnetism.

No woman had stayed Nemo's lusting gaze, until he met Veronica Philips at a science convention. That's really how Nemo joined our group, for he was constantly trying to grasp the attention of the fine widow. Her late husband was shot in combat, as if she really cared. He was an abusive Otter, and ever since the majestic snow leapard has been wary of male otters. She was unusually gifted in the matters of particle physics, and we assured her that her skill would be necessary on the voyage.

And last but not least, oh no, certainly not least, was I, Carter Sebastian. I'm a bit of a mutt, as they say, but I hear the kids now a days call people like me "fuskies". I stand out in the group as the only one with vibrant colors, for my back is a brilliant sky blue, and seperating it from my star white under belly is an amber orange strip of gold. I'd feel like an ass if I spoke about myself like I did the others, but to say the least, I know a good deal of chemistry, and being around each other this long, we've all picked up on a few things.

We were on a bit of a mission. Well, personal erand. A strange static had been heard from home, and it sounded like it had a pattern. We tried figuring out where it was coming from, and found it lay on a frequency just beneath the ones we use back in America. All the sounds transmitted were bips and blips, like dots and dits. Translating it through morse code gave us two numbers. Latitude and longitude. Someone was sending those messages, and the two numbers were too far for any modern day radio station. The station itself had to be closer, but who knows how close it was.

Of course, looking at the maps, we found out that the two points were on open waters with no land what so ever. Simple enough problem, go to the two points and see what you find! We set a course that would take us straight there, but realized there were some issues with this.

For starters, the point was between Japan and Hawaii, and global tensions are rising so rapidly that we fear another great war may be in our midst. Not to mention, that if people found the island, they might try to use it as a strategic location in the middle of everything.

"Captain, are you sure people would try to fire at us? I mean, we aren't anywhere near Hawaii, we passed that place long ago." Nemo had always feared the danger of his own life, but tried his best not show it in front of a woman.

"The next time you call me captain, I'm gonna throw you into the water!"

"Oh, calm down, Tristen," Veronica's voice was smooth and a bit more tolerant than you'd expect, "He's only trying to play along."

"In all seriousness," Dexter wondered in bewilderment, "How could some one shoot at us?"

"Well, you know a good deal more about the pressurizing aspect, but suppose it's possible to make a hollow metal tube that can sink under water. Using the same technology air craft carriers use to stay afloat, it'd raise itself up."

"So, it's a submersive? Fascinating..."

"They'd have to resurface some time though, since it'd have to have a limited supply of air."

"I don't know, Ab. It's possible they have long tubes to the surface. Maybe it's just a pressurized car with a long tube connecting it to the surface..."

"Daniel, you're ridiculous."

"Oh, captain! Be imaginative, would you? We're on an adventure!"

"An adventure to what? Thieves, knaves, murderers? Japanese spies and generals? Trust me, Nemo. If anything lives on that island, it's not going to help us."

We sailed in silence for some time, when we spotted a dark spot on the horizon. Sailing at full speed towards it, we finally found the island of our desire! Once there, we hopped off the ship and through over the anchor.

The island itself looked rather barren. It was mostly just a long, flat beach, circling a mountain that rose fifty feet into the air, and had razor sharp rocks and mulluscs along the sides.

"It must be low tide," Dexter speculated,"Otherwise the mulluscs wouldn't be there. I think we should let the anchor have a bit more give, so as to not let it sink into the ocean at high tides."

"Good idea," Nemo was always a little prone to being argumentative,"But how would we retrieve it? Once the tides receded, the boat would go out with it."

"Then we set the anchor up next to the cliff and leave the boat here. That way we know that boat can only go this far out, and that's certainly more than enough give to make it over the mullusc line."

"I guess..."

"You guys see the fish, too, right?" Abigail pointed to a writhing mass of glittering silver and chrome, which fascinated us all. We wandered over to it and realized it was indeed fish, waddling out of the water, up the beach, and into a small cave in the cliff.

"That's amazing..." We were all equally fascinated by the strange creatures. I spotted one that was all alone and separated from the pack. I walked over to it and watched it writhe in agony. Then it spotted me. It stopped moving entirely, and I locked eyes with it for less than a minute when it suddenly screamed. It wasn't a reptilian hissing or bird like screeching, it screamed like you or me. It just kept screaming and screaming. We all covered our ears, and I noticed a few of the other ones look at it and watch it scream at us. Oh god that sound was horrific!

I couldn't stand it any more. I instinctually kicked the thing back into the ocean, where it splashed against the cold breaking sea. The majority of the other fish seemed to not even notice, and the few that did didn't care. Clearly they were just animals, and not the demons that they seemed to be.

"I can't believe it. We finally found proof of Darwin's theory of evolution!" Of course, Abigail was the first one who thought of this. The rest of us were simply disturbed by the waddling fish that screamed like anthros.

We wandered around the beaches for nearly an hour, trying to find a way up the cliffs, when we realized the only way was through the cave the fish were scrambling into. To show off how brave he was, Nemo decided he'd be the first to venture into the dark cave, and called to us from within that it was beautiful and harmless. The cave was not what any of us would've expected.

It was a massive hollow opening beneath the rock mountain, and probably went through a good portion of it. There were blue lights and glittery things all through out the cave. We didn't know what it was until I stepped on one of the lights and found it was squishy.

"They're... They're just vines..."

"Bioluminescent vines? What kind of plant is this," Abigail speculated.

"I don't know about you guys," Tristen was wandering around the chamber,"But I'm a little more interested in these diamonds. The only way these could've formed is through intense pressure on carbon based structures. The kind found from an asteroid strike."

"Those aren't diamonds. That's impossible." [Nemo]

"Not if the rock is an eradic. Think about it, it's an eradic, from space." [Daniel]

"Not possible," Nemo began,"The asteroid would incinerated, and even if there was one big enough to leave behind a rock this big, it'd have to be the size of the moon. Not to mention, the rock probably goes a lot deeper, otherwise it'd be rounder at the sandy base."

"You just take all the fun out of everything."

"These are diamonds, though, guys. And they're big. Look at... this one." Tristen cut into the rock of the cave and pulled out a diamond nearly twice the size of his own hand.

"That's not possible..." [Nemo]

"Well it's here, so it must be."

"There! There's the passage to the top of the mountain!" Veronica raced up through a short tunnel to the top of the mountain, and we followed after her.

Once my eyes adjusted to the bright light, I found myself in a wonderful world of strangeness. There were trees on the island, but they weren't normal by any means. For starters, they had purple and red leaves. Second, the bark was a metallic silver, and was a single solid plate smoothly fused around and up the tree. It stood nearly forty feet high, and had massive disks for leaves.

The grass upon which we walked was simply a soft, mushy metal. It glittered a bright gold, but began to glow when we touched it. As we walked through the small forest of unusual life, we found a little clearing, and decided to make camp there. Hauling crates and bags between the small camp and the boat was long and tedious work, but would be well worth it in the future. We set up a few small tents, and two massive ones opposite each other.

We found a small stream flowing through the little forest into the tunnel and out onto the beach. We followed the stream until we found it's source, a massive metal pipe jutting out of a massive boulder in the middle of the forest. The boulder was covered in blue vines, that sparkled when touched. The pipe itself ran deep into the boulder, so deep that it could easily hide an entire room with a radio station in it. I pulled out my flashlight and went down the tunnel for about ten feet, and then stopped. It was another, more formal tunnel, running deep into the island. The water was gushing out of small pipes that stuck out of the wall. It certainly looked clean enough, and we didn't have any filter, so not much could really happen.

We all cautiously drank the water, and found it tasted fresh and pure. We went back to the camp and sent Tristen back with a bin so we wouldn't have to go back to the stream all the time. Later, we tried cutting down a tree, and found Dexter's ax slid through the tree like a knife through butter. The bark split and the wood inside half melted for the axe to move through.

We opened cans of food and roasted them over the crude fire. Everything seemed very calm and normal, until night began to fall. Slowly, the sound of anthran voices began to fill the air. They sang in beauty and harmonized with each other, creating a wondrous melody and tune. We slowly realized the song was coming from the cave, and the fish themselves were singing us to sleep.

Fish with Anthran vocal cords... amazing!