Terror on Fork Island
Their ship ran aground on the jagged reef of Bowtie Pasta Bay, a hellish oasis once thought to be a myth, meant to keep children in line. Any and all signs of solid food were forked away from their grasp as soon as they saw it. Weeks went by, subsisting only on liquids from the coconut milk streams and green tea springs, hiding in the shadows, waiting for a chance to make their escape. But there was no fooling the watchful eye of Forkon, the all-seeing, all-hungry Stab God.