The Rare Purple Elephant pt. 7

Rebbo awoke to the captain pouring a bucket of water over his face.
“Oy leddie, ye ave en eout for eh good seex ours!”
As usual, Rebbo had no idea what he was saying.
This was a great way to start off after that last batch of weirdness happened.

After freshening up, Rebbo walked up onto the deck, and immediately had to sit down from the sight he saw.

It was an island, a circular island about thirty miles wide. The boat was docked a couple feet from the shore, and the view was spectacular.
On the island, there was a dense forest with sounds of all sorts of creatures emitting from it, with the small bay that he had not noticed they were docked in, a mountainous peak that faded off into the distance, with a waterfall running off of it into a clear lagoon.
The air was fresh and smelled free of pollution, and breathing was easier.
Looking out to sea, Rebbo saw that it went on and on, the only thing messing up that picture was the big whirlpool blotting out the normality, with a blue light shining within.
That must have been the cause of the weirdness.
But still, now that things kind of made sense, Rebbo called to the captain to take a boat down.
“Ye be asplorin already laddie? Ye got a breaver hart then oy imagined! Im with ye!”
For once, rebbo understood what he said. And he agreed