Fred

It was nighttime, music blaring, colorful lights reflecting off the sea. The boat was full of teenagers dancing and having fun. But one girl, unlike the others, chose to stay away from the crowd. She climbed to the highest part of the deck and gazed up at the sky, admiring the stars.

Suddenly, someone, either jokingly or carelessly, tampered with the boat's steering wheel. The ship lurched sharply, and, unsteady on her feet, the girl slipped and fell into the water. She screamed for help, but the music drowned out the sound.

Only one boy noticed. Without a second thought, he ran to the shore, saw a smaller boat attached to the ship, and jumped in, falling straight into the water. He rowed quickly until he reached the girl, pulling her in. Both wet and breathing rapidly, they looked back and saw the ship continue on its course, ever further away. They shouted together, but no one heard.

Slowly, silence fell. The larger boat disappeared over the horizon. Now only the darkness of the sea and the roar of the waves remained.

That night, they stayed in the small boat, shivering with cold and unsure of what to do. When the sun rose, they realized they had to act. They found stored oars and began rowing aimlessly. Hours later, exhausted, they spotted an island covered in greenery.

Arriving there, they realized it was a completely isolated place. There were no houses, no people, just sand, rocks, and trees. Hungry and thirsty, their first stroke of luck was finding some fruit falling from the trees.

There, cut off from the outside world, the two teenagers' struggle for survival began. Would the island be a prison or a paradise? They didn't yet know.