"Today is the day," Issac told himself, "today is the day I finally get off this island!"  He had been a not so willingly resident of the secluded land for nearly four months, and somehow the castaway never stopped believing that he could free himself from the torment of solitude.  If he were an ordinary man, he might have starved to death weeks ago, but supplies always seemed to was ashore at the last moment, keeping Issac on the constant line between life and death.  Three times since he had thought himself rescued, but the storms around the island we vicious, almost finding enjoyment out of the false security of an empty sea, but they couldn't fool him.  He scrapped together two long planks with a loosely fit string and whipped the achievement from his brow.  "I got you this time, sea.  You can sink their ships, but you still gave me lumber," he laughed.  "Check and mate."

"Not goinggggg to worrrrrk," Sasayaki hmmm.  She was the treasure weapon of this clan, a kusarigame forged from the remains of a monster valiantly slain, yet also 110 alive and a pain in his ass.  At the start of the journey, she was as normal as any legendary weapon could be, but Sasayaki gained the unfortunate ability to talk after she managed to consume the devil fruit that washed up in the first wreckage.  She had been attempting to lure ships to the island ever since, humming an eerie tune that reached wide.  "You couldn't build a boat if your life depended on it."

"It's not a boat," Issac grinned.  "The sea can sink a boat, but she wont be expecting a raft, and the crappier, the better," he laughed, unapologeticly.  "You think you're soooo clever," he screamed to the salt blue horizon, "but you're not as smart as you think!"

The black chain loosened from behind his back and peaked out over his shoulder, the blunted end of the kusarigama swaying back and forth like a curious child.  "Uhhhhhg!  Why are you sooooo basic!" she moaned.  "Of all the people to awaken me, I had to be stuck with you."

Issac tucked her back, too focused on his ingenious plan to trick the sea when, when he heard a rumble in the distance.  His eyes left his raft for one moment before he felt the wood slide off the stand that held it in place, his wrist somehow tangled in the twine that held it together.  "Here we go again," Sasayaki declared, finding her enjoyment as the force of the rafted swept him off his feel and sliding to the beach below.  His mouth caught the sand as they stopped just shy of the waters, gifting him with the most flavor he had tasted in months.  "Andd scene," Sasayaki finished.

The beaten man stumbled to his feet, shaking the sand out of places that sand should never be.  He looked at his raft, mangled on the shore, and took a moment of silence for his failed creation.  "Attempt number 121, failed, but still promising.  I don't care if it takes a thousand tries, I will beat this island."

Sasayaki hummed, so close to his ears that he felt his soul shake, before becoming uncharacteristically quiet.  Quickly her chain loosened, weaving it's way through the air like a musical serpent, only stopping when Issac caught the handled section of the bladed end.  "Ohhhhh. Myyyy. God.  It just might be your lucky day," she screeched.

"Isn't it always," Issac smiled, seeing the ship drift closer to him, its mast resting across the deck.  "Close enough," he remarked, believing this time would be truly different.