It was bad. It picked up her ship and hurled it across the sea, rushing over islands, until it hit an island too big to fly over, and was stuck fast between two huge fig trees.
She was. The captain died, and the crew died, but the princess lived. She lived through the night of storm, and when she stepped off her ship onto dry land in the morning, she found herself in a different world...
It was only a metaphorical different world. She was really still on her own world. But it was a place like she'd never seen before. The princess was from somewhere cold and dark, but this place was bright and warm and overgrown, with plants and birds brighter than anything she could imagine.
She found him on her first day on the island, and tried to speak to him, but he did not see her. He was a strange boy, and spoke to the dead, and his language was not her language. But he was the only other person there.
The princess found some food, and brought it to him. Soon he saw her, and they began to learn each other's languages.
It was very good, because soon more people began to come to the island, and the girl had to help them, and learn from them, and welcome them, although their ways were strange to her.
The secret of how to turn poison into beer, for one thing. Well, she was shown how, but she learned something more about the trick than people knew before. But there was something more important than that.