I live on Madagascar island; in the village of Crouton. My whole life I have been dreaming to touch sail out on a little wooden boat and find more islands. “One day,” I always tell myself “I will find an island” But Crouton’s rule is the opposite. I will always be wistful for the ocean.“Myla, we need mushrooms for the salad dear, please find some” Mother called me down. All I found were wrinkled ones, usually those taste the best. I was on my way back home when I found a washed out oar. Someone was out there