The settlers have reached Catan and are rejoicing in the milder weather and fertile soil just begging to be planted . . . whilst kind of ignoring the fact that the island will most likely be periodically ravaged by horrific storms like the one that nearly killed them all before chucking the main characters' ship on the deadly reef in the bay. Whatever. Foresight, shmoresight! Plant those crops, and be quick about it! We've got a love triangle to develop!