The Kuto’s life was filled with sadness. Kuto had been in Fiji for years, ever since he was a child. His parents had died in a car accident when he was only six, and he’d been sent to live with his grandparents. They were kind to him, but they were also very strict. He wasn’t allowed to go out and play with the other kids in the village, and he wasn’t allowed to leave the house except for school or church. As a result, Kuto became a bit of an outsider. He was always watching from the sidelines as the other kids played and laughed. It felt like his life was one big disappointment.
One day, when Kuto was sixteen, his grandparents passed away suddenly. They left him all their possessions, including their house which overlooked the sea. It should have been a happy time for him – finally being able to live on his own – but instead it just made him feel even more alone than before.
He spent most of his days down by the shoreline, where he would sit and stare out at the water for hours on end. It felt like everything in his life had lost its color; even the sky seemed greyer than it used to be . One day though , as he sat there gazing out at the horizon , something caught his eye . Off in the distance , there was a small island that looked like it might be inhabited . He couldn’t see any houses or people , but there was definitely something there . Maybe it’s not too late for me after all , he thought to himself . Maybe there’s still some adventure left in this world .
He decided then and there that he would find out what was on that island . The next day , armed with nothing but a white panama hat and determination , Kuto set off towards discovery…