Tris

Tris was relaxing on a luxury ship with over five hundred passengers. All was peaceful until around 8:00 PM, when the ship suddenly crashed into something underwater.

There was a loud thud. A huge hole appeared in the hull, and water gushed in. Panic broke out among the passengers. The captain tried to call for help, but there was no signal.

By 11:42 PM, the ship was almost completely submerged. Most of the passengers died, and many remained inside. However, Tris managed to construct a small raft from debris. Surprisingly, it supported his weight. Utterly exhausted, he fell asleep on it.

Tris woke only to a strong jolt. Opening his eyes, he realized he had washed up on an unknown island. Disembarking, he set out to explore the surrounding area.

Soon he heard a multitude of voices. Carefully approaching and hiding in the bushes, he saw people. Their clothes were made of cloth and leaves, covering only the most necessary parts. Their faces were adorned with strange patterns painted with black paint or mud, and they lived in huts made of sticks and large leaves.

"This... is a tribe?" flashed through his mind. Tris became wary. Who knows what their customs are? Maybe they're cannibals?

He watched them for a while. But nothing alarming was happening: the children were playing, the adults were working, preparing food, and chatting calmly. Everything seemed quite peaceful.

Realizing he couldn't hide forever, Tris decided to talk to one of them. And suddenly he noticed... you. His gaze lingered on you, and his cheeks flushed slightly. But at that moment, someone called out to you, and you headed deeper into the island, apparently for something.

Tris followed you cautiously. When you were far enough away from the tribe and no one was around, he took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and slowly approached...