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// The arrival, new engines and the bad news 
// Story: Thomas and Spike, Rescue from misty island 
// by 4804255858ARD 
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Thomas and Spike floated on their raft all night, then they opened their eyes after they felt a jolt and they soon realized they reached land. 

"Cinders and Ashes!" gasped Thomas, "That was scary. Are you alright, Spike?" 

"Yes, Thomas." said Spike, "aside from being tired, and still in shock from last night I'm fine. Where on Sodor are we?" 

"I don't know." said Thomas, "But there are two options now, Spike; go back on that raft and hope that the current will take us back home, or try and find out where we are for ourselves." 

"Well I'm certainly not going back on that raft." said Spike. 

So Thomas slowly puffed forward, and he and Spike peered at their surroundings and they knew one thing for certain; it was very misty and quiet. Besides the mist they could see hills and plenty of floral life. They wondered if they were they alone on this dare I say it, "misterious" land. 

"Try blowing your whistle, Thomas." said Spike, "there has to be someone else besides us on this foggy land." 

"Hello!" whistled Thomas, "can anybody hear me?" 

But there was no answer. 

"Well this is such a strange and foggy place." remarked Thomas, "I don't think there is anybody else besides us on this land." 

"Well this can't be Sodor." said Spike, "Even Henry's forest doesn't have this much trees." 

"This can't be the mainland either." said Thomas, "I never saw so much mist since the foghorn incident." 

"Do you think this could be?" Spike asked Thomas with wonder. 

"No this can't be." retorted Thomas, "That's just a story. Although now I'm not so sure." 

"Well how are we going to get back to Sodor?" asked Spike, "there still isn't any signal here; there are too many trees. And even if we do get a signal, the battery is probably dead." 

"Doesn't your phone have a GPS tracker on it?" 

"Yes, but I forgot to turn it on before we left." 

"Don't worry, Spike. There has to be a dock with some ships. Maybe if we can find any of them, we can just sail back to Sodor." 

"Great idea, Thomas." 

So Thomas and Spike continued forward into the mist. But as they went on and the daylight broke, strange and mysterious things started to happen. 

"Boy this is so quiet." said Spike. 

"Yeah," agreed Thomas, "There is hardly a sound." 

Then they heard wheels rattling along the rails. 

"What was that!" Exclaimed Spike. 

"Is there someone there?" asked Thomas. 

But there as no answer or engine. 

"That was probably just the wind." guessed Thomas. 

"That was the first wind I ever heard rattling." remarked Spike. 

Then they decided to say something to keep their courage: "We are not afraid, there is always a way. We will get back to our friends before they worry all day." 

And they carried on. Then they were by some cliffs, where they received a shower of rocks. They were startled and stopped. 

"This is too good to be a coincidence." said Spike. "There has to be someone out here. Try blowing your whistle again." 

"Who is there?" whistled Thomas, but no one answered. "This isn't funny anymore. Come out and show yourselves." 

But all he and Spike received was silence. They tried not to be scared and said, "We will not be frightened, we will soon reach a bay. By the time we're back home, our friends will see we're okay." 

And they went on. Then as they went up to a valley, they were at a waterfall when they heard wild whistles echoing across the valley. Now Thomas and Spike were baffled, annoyed and scared. 

"Alright, That's it! Somebody else is here besides us." said Thomas. 

"Yeah," agreed Spike, "first the rattling rails, then the shower of stones, and now the wild whistling whistles. I think there are other engines here." 

"Alright who is there!" shouted Thomas. "I am asking this one more time." 

The whistles sounded again. Thomas and Spike said: "There is nothing to fear, but we are not going to stay, our friends are worried and we're causing confusion and delay." 

So Thomas and Spike raced along the track, as fast as they could. And when they went around the bend. When they got to a three way split in the track, Thomas screeched to a stop. Thomas and Spike saw that they were face to face with three engines. The two engines on the the left and right were small 0-4-0WT well tank engines. The one on the left had an amber boiler, lining and wheels and the dome and cab were painted slate grey, the other had the opposite color with a slate grey boiler, wheels and lining and an amber dome and cab. The one in the middle was a B-B-B climax tender engine with twelve wheels, and had a teal livery with blue lining. 

Thomas and Spike never saw any engine as strange and weird looking as those three before. 

"Cinders and Ashes!" exclaimed Thomas, "who are you three?" 

"Do you know where we are?" asked Spike. 

The engines didn't answer and they didn't look like the friendly type. Thomas and Spike were a bit nervous.

"Go on. Introduce us, Thomas." whispered Spike trying to be brave. 

"Alright, Spike." whispered Thomas, "Um hello. My name is Thomas. And this is my driver and one of my best friends Spike. Who are you three? What are your names? And what kind of engines are you?" 

Then the engines chuffed cheekily and introduced themselves. 

"I'm Bash." 

"I'm Dash." 

And this is..." the two tank engines started to say but were interrupted by a certain green haired boy. 

"Wait let me guess. Um crash?" asked Spike. 

"No." said the slate grey engine "I think we gotta..." 

"Introduce ourselves again." finished the amber engine. 

"I'm Bash." 

"I'm Dash." 

"And I'm Ferdinand." 

Then the two well tank engines wheeshed and said: "We live here!" 

"Well where is here?" asked Spike, "What is this island and why is there so much mist?" 

"You are on Misty Island." answered Bash. 

"Misty Island?!" gasped Thomas and Spike. 

"This is THE Misty Island?" asked Spike. 

The well tank engines and the climax tender engine, puffed with pride. 

"That's right." said Ferdinand. 

"Haven't you two heard about it?" asked Dash. 

Thomas and Spike were still nervous. 

"Um yes. Yes we have." replied Thomas. "But what kind of engines are you three anyway?" 

"Dash and I are..." Bash started. 

"Bear Harbor Lumber Co. number 1 class well tank engines." Dash finished. 

"And Ferdinand is a..." 

"Climax Class C Logging Climax Tender engine." 

"That's right." said Ferdinand. 

"Together we are the Logging Locos." Dash said. "We saw you two arrive on Misty Island."

"But you didn't see us." said Bash. 

"It has been a while since we..." Dash started to say and was finished by Bash.

"had company on Misty Island. It gets very..." 

"lonely here." Dash continued. "Since you two seemed friendly, we played rattling rails and whistling whistles." 

"But you didn't play with us. You didn't even see us." Bash added on. 

"But you can now..." offered Dash

"If you want." said Bash. 

"That's right." finished Ferdinand. 

As tempted as they were, neither Spike nor Thomas wanted to play with Bash, Dash and Ferdinand. The logging locos were too strange and very scary. They didn't like the games the three new engines played. They wanted to go home and back with their friends. 

"Well as much as we'd like to stay and play," said Spike, "We really don't really feel like playing with strangers." 

"Yeah," said Thomas who agreed with Spike, "Spike and I came from the island of Sodor. And we really miss our home and friends. We're just going back home and leaving you three alone." 

"Goodbye." Thomas and Spike said, and they went backwards and away from the logging locos. 

Thomas and Spike went happily along the track, they were feeling good about themselves.

"We always make the best decisions, that's what we were told." Thomas said. 

"We will get back home, we are brave and bold." Spike finished. 

But secretly, they felt guilty and bad that they went away from the logging locos. 

"Do you think it was wrong to get away from those three engines?" asked Spike. 

"Maybe. But they are very strange." said Thomas, "I think we need more time to think before we go find those wacko locos." 

But Thomas and Spike couldn't find a dock or a way off Misty Island. Eventually it was nighttime and the mist rolled back in as the darkness of night fell. 

"Our decisions are always right, we know what to do." Spike said. 

"We will be back with our friends, we are brave and bold too." finished Thomas. 

But Thomas and Spike were not feeling so brave or bold. They didn't know what to do. 

Meanwhile, back on Sodor, Sir Topham Hatt was in a trailer and was ready to go home when the telephone rang. 

"Hello. Reliable Responsible and Really Useful Northwestern Railway office, this is Sir Topham Hatt, controller of the railroad speaking." he answered. "Ah hello. How are things? - What's that about Thomas and Spike? Are they enjoying themselves? -What? - I see - I understand - Goodbye." Sir Topham Hatt didn't look happy; in fact, he was worried and stern. "Thomas and Spike did not arrive on the mainland. Thomas and Spike are missing. This is an emergency." 

As the dawn broke, Thomas woke up with a start. 

"Spike wake up. It's morning." said Thomas. 

"Morning, Thomas." said Spike, "Are we back home yet?" 

"No we're still on misty island. And the mist is really thick." 

"Don't worry, Thomas." said Spike, "We are not scared, we will find a way." 

"We will get back home by the end of the day." finished Thomas. 

But Thomas didn't move. He and Spike were too scared and clueless on what to do. They didn't know how to get off Misty Island. 

"I don't know how to get off this wacko and puzzling Island." Spike said. "What will we do, Thomas?" 

"Well I guess there is only one thing to do, Spike; we need to make amends with the logging locos." decided Thomas. 

"What? You mean Bash, Dash and Ferdinand? Those weirdo engines who wanted to play with us?" asked Spike

"Yes. We have no other choice. We have to ask those three for help." said Thomas, "I think that's the right decision to make." 

"Well if you say so, Thomas." said Spike. "Let's find those Loco Local Locomotives."