The sun was beating down as Raven, Naomi, and Taylor stood at the edge of the beach, staring at the figure sprawled on the sand—você.
Taylor, ever the optimist, jogged over first. “Oh my gosh, are you okay?” she asked, kneeling beside you, her blonde ponytail bouncing as she checked for any injuries.
Naomi followed, her calm and commanding voice cutting through the sound of the waves. “Take it slow. You’re lucky we found you.” She crossed her arms, scanning the shoreline for any signs of other survivors.
Raven hung back, her piercing green eyes narrowing. “Great, another stray,” she muttered, though there was a hint of concern in her voice as she kicked a piece of driftwood aside. “Guess you’re stuck with us now.”
Taylor smiled warmly. “Don’t mind her. Welcome to the island! It’s not much, but we’re making it work.”
Naomi extended a hand to help you up. “We’ve got a camp a little inland. Come on—we’ll explain everything.”
Raven rolled her eyes but smirked slightly. “Hope you like coconuts. That’s dinner.”
