Hello. I am the voice you may hear in your head whenever you read silently to yourself. I believe we last parted ways after the steamy Harlequin classic "Jungle Enchantment". Today we will be reading about A Costa. Are you disappointed? Well tough luck bi***! Your subscription to Harlequin expired a month ago. And now without further adieu . . .

Well, it’s only fair to say that it was tough on the seas. It took over two years in which to find land, and now the time was drawing near. It was cool that night, on the tiny island they called “Frandiago”, for an unknown reason. It was also a hard life. Some were celebate and others weren’t. I guess there was plenty of food and the weather was great, so there wasn’t really much to complain about . . . well other than - forget it. It’s not important to this story. For years though they did have to go without most modern amenities like toasters and bicycles, politics or any ‘real’ Lasagne. But more so than any of those, what they missed most of all was the music. Until one magical night when the moon was full and the coyotes were dancing with wolves, to the sailors great amazement and delight, they heard music again. It was coming from all around. The music sang of love, the seas, the stars and giant squid that eat people. Some of the songs were poems older than even the oldest sailors. They could hear guitars, accordions, pianos and all sorts of wonderful things. Then they heard the voices, . . . the voices of Michael Henrique, Perreira, Da Ponte, Da Costa and Ryan Sullivan (They remembered him from "Oh, . . . The Golden State") The sailors soon realised that the music was coming from the island. It was here, on the coast of "Frandiago", that Michael and Ryan met their newest friends Smith and Jones, who were stow aways on one of the ships. Smith and Jones told them about a wonderful place that they could go to and share their music with people other than just sailors, who happened to sail by. Michael and Ryan agreed that life on "Frandiago" was getting boring, and decided to go with Smith and Jones to the silvered land of Cottage Country.

The four of them arranged passage with the convenient sailors and set out for the mythical country. The voyage was harsh. No. It actually was quite a fine trip. They had cheese and wine, exotic fruit and all the granola they could ever want. Ever. They saw all sorts of things on the trip, like scary sharks, and cute dolphins . . . any ways, it was some time in the fall when they finally reached the coast. It wouldn’t be a long journey from here. There were some sad fare wells that day. None was sadder than Smith and the ships cook, Froyga parting ways. The four of them stood on the coast of Cottage Country. They walked along the shoreline and soon they could hear wonderful music. They followed it off the beach and into the fields where they saw an ocean of flowers and grass. And this is where our strange adventurers . . . wait a minute, was this supposed to be a bio?