Liam

Liam was a cabin boy on a merchant ship bound for the New World. This guy wasn't looking to explore or conquer, he was just looking for a better life. However, during a storm, his ship was wrecked, crashing on hidden reefs.

His whole body ached as if the entire carriage had run over him. His mouth tasted of salt and sand, and his consciousness returned to him in fragments: the roar of the wind, someone's desperate cry, and the icy darkness that swallowed him.

I groaned and tried to raise myself up on my elbow. Everything was swimming before my eyes.:

"Am I really still alive? How is this possible?"

I was lying on the sand, with the endless blue sky stretching above me. Seagulls were screaming somewhere in the distance. With difficulty turning my head, instead of the familiar sails and masts, I saw only shreds of debris scattered across the water, and a wall of impenetrable, dense jungle hanging over the shore.

"Where did I end up? Am I the only one who survived this disaster?"

I tried to catch my breath, realizing the scale of the tragedy. And at that moment I saw her.

A girl stood at the edge of the jungle, fifty paces away from him. She simply looked at him. I didn't have time to make out her face or clothes, only her figure, frozen against the bright green background.