“Next island in sight?” Art asked. The Majin was standing on the deck of the Shooting Star, calling up to Sid, who sat in the crow’s nest, peering out into the ocean ahead of them. The navigator took several minutes to reply. “Yeah....” was all he said when he did. D’Artagnan raised an eyebrow. “Anything wrong?” “Well,” Sid replied, “the next island is in sight, but I don’t think you’re gonna believe me when I say what it looks like.” “Well, what does it look like?” “Well, like a...” “A...?” “A giant cereal bowl.” “...Pardon?” And it was to this island, dear readers, that our heroes sailed to.