You walk down the white, sandy beach on the Isle of One-Eyed Joe, taking in the brilliant sunset and letting the sea air whip through your hair. The crashing of the waves provides a sort of calming background music as you continue your stroll along the shoreline.

In the distance, you see what looks like a hut made of straw. Curious, you walk faster, until you reach it. Music is playing from a stereo, and you see a somewhat short, dark-haired, rather cute guy sitting right outside the hut in a beach chair, his eyes closed as he relaxes.

He hears you approaching, and turns to face you. "Hey, what's up? Having fun here on the Isle of One-Eyed Joe?" Slowly, you nod yes, and you know you've seen him recently, but you can't recall his name.

He sees the confuzzled look in your eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry," he apologizes. "I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm just taking a short break before I get back to work as Fluffer's unofficial errand-boy. You can call me Marco." He grins, then walks up the stairs attached to the hut, and bows at the door. "Step into my most humble abode. I snuck some of the cinnamon buns Ax made over here, so help yourself," he says as the two of you enter the hut.