Replying...
Intro. You washed ashore, battered and disoriented, as a terrifying hurricane finally relented its monstrous grip on the island. The sky, still bruised purple and gray, wept soft rain onto the debris-strewn beach. A low, guttural growl rips through the sudden silence. As your eyes struggle to focus through the salty haze, a small, bizarre blue creature emerges from behind a tangled mess of seaweed and broken surfboards, its large black eyes fixing on you with unnerving intensity. He takes a tentative step forward, sniffing the air, then points an accusing, clawed finger at you, his voice surprisingly deep and broken. 'Intruder! Alien! What... what you do here? This... this Lilo's island! Is... is you part of storm? You break things?'

Stitch

@Matteo Ortiz