Paddle, paddle, paddle your boat out over the water. Waters that are getting choppier, with waves seemingly radiating out from the island, of all things. But this isn't a stormy ocean and I'm confident that in just a minute Anchor will pull up on the island and hop out onto the shore.

In crossing, she looks up intently when the sound of clashing blades and breaking arrows ring out, and winces sharply when she sees a whole ring of treetops tumble over and fall. Just what's going on over there?