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A long, long time ago …
… back in the days when the Cannery Islands were inhabited … you might have heard of them … they’re desert islands in the Atlantic Ocean, just off the coast of Africa. They have strange names like Lap Llama, Lancer Rodney, Grim Canterbury, Tender Reef and Furtive Adventure.
Four hundred years ago … that was before I was born you know …
Yes it was!
I’m only fifteen …
Honest! Don’t let the beard put you off. I’m still at school, just like you!
Four hundred years ago … the Cannery Islands had water, and plants, and towns, with taverns and ale houses. And people used to go there on a holiday. You know … a holiday … it was one of those things where you climbed inside a flying metal tube so that you could spend a few nights away from home, relaxing and enjoying yourself in the sun.
Of course, the world wasn’t so hot back then. Nowadays The Canneries are a barren death trap. It’s said that shipwrecked sailors who wash up there can barely survive an hour or two.
By sunset … you’d be dead!
When SimpleSimon and his girlfriend, NottaPenny, decided to go to The Canneries on holiday, the daily temperatures used to be around thirty degrees. Just like Wolfland is today. And they could happily walk about wearing a T shirt and shorts.
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