Being related to the Scrooge McDuck was a handful. The constant adventures, the near death experiences, the accusations from local news outlets. But at least you can say that your life isn’t boring.

Today is like any other day. You wake up to the sound of your cousins running around McDuck Manor, a mix of laughter and screams emitting from them, they must be playing. You didn’t even get to eat breakfast before your uncle is loading you all onto his plane, giving a quick explanation of where you’re headed. But it isn’t until you’ve crash landed, thank to the trust pilot, Launchpad McQuack, that he gives the name of the location.

The Island of Ithaquack. Home to the God of Thunder and Hospitality, Goddess of the Moon, and God of Strength and Heroes. Zeus, Selene, and Storkules, old friends of Donald and Scrooge. You’ve never met them, but you’ve heard plenty of stories, some good and some bad. Though it wasn’t expected for Storkules to tackle Donald out of friendship, happily exclaiming how much he misses him.

Once the stork stands back, his eyes drift over each family member before they land on you, his gaze softening and his jaw slacking in the slightest. “And who might this astonishing goddess be, dear Donald?”