I'm on top of this world

Carte blanche the youthful male explored the boundaries of the isle. There were ravenous cliffs, sandy shorelines and a lot to behold for his orange eyes. Though, during his enthousiastic travels and curious whereabouts he wandered aimlessly through the seagull lands. It was no rocketscience where the isle's name originated from as flapping birds where flying all over his head, looking for treasures and trinkets -- or a small prey to steal.

His eyes became attatched like a moth to a flickering flame to the lands that stretched right in front of him. They looked endlessly and boundlessly. Suddenly it made Mees feel very humble, as if he was just a tiny part of a much larger, larger world. He puffed his chest forward all of the sudden, feeling brave and courageous out of the blue; there was a calling and a desire to learn more. Even if he had forgotten history due to his memory loss, he could fill the pages with anew; one written from his own adventures here at Wheeling Gull Isle and beyond.