Samuel had to admit he hadn't been paying attention to the weather. Anchoring the small boat in the middle of the lagoon, he dropped his fishing line in the water then laid back with his straw hat over his eyes while he waited for a fish to bite. Buddy squeezed in next to him and placing his paws in the small boy's lap, snuggled in to sleep. It was just another lazy summer afternoon for Samuel and his dog. It was the first crack of thunder that woke him up and forced him to look around. Isle el Sol Bello was in the far distance; too far! The little skiff was adrift!

Pulling the oars was a struggle. The sea was too much for the little boy to manage. The more he pulled, the further away from shore he got. All he could do was drift but he was drifting in the wrong direction. Waves began to lash fiercely as the storm caught its breath and began to blow stronger than before. Forked lightning ripped the sky in half as the boat bobbed on the rough sea. Lying in the bottom of the boat, Sammy threw his arm around his pet and hoped for the best. He was frightened of the sea, the storm, the thunder and mostly the lightning.

"Always pay attention," his father's voice echoed in Sammy's ears as he made himself as flat as possible in the bottom of the skiff. Well, he hadn't paid attention and now he was in real trouble. If he ever made it home again, he would remember to do as his father told him.

With a jolt, the little skiff hit something hard. After a moment, Sammy's head popped up over the edge and peered around. The island he landed on wasn't the Isle el Sol Bello, there were no familiar little cottages dotted along the shoreline. This one was much smaller and looked unpopulated. Suddenly the little boy knew where he was: Isle el Rayo Bello, the Island of Beautiful Lightning. Watching the lightning flash over this desert island was better than watching fireworks on the 4th of July. The brilliant light show would bring the sky to life in vivid red, white and blue colors every time a storm blew in ever-rising fury.