🇲🇦—Trying to get there, did we make it to Argentina?

A small group had become separated from the rest during the night crossing. The rain fell with brutal force, the wind pushed the boat aimlessly, and the waves seemed to swallow the horizon. Screams were lost amidst the thunder as the boat was struck again and again, until a gigantic wave capsized it completely. Darkness, Silence.

The next thing they remembered was the damp sand beneath their hands. They coughed up salt water as they slowly opened their eyes. The sky remained gray, but the storm had passed. Before them stretched an immense beach, surrounded by vegetation and cliffs. No one recognized the place.

"Spain...?" one asked with a cracking voice.

No one answered. After walking for hours, they found a rusted sign next to a dirt road.

"Welcome to the Argentine Republic."

The group stood frozen. They had set off with the hope of reaching Europe... and, for some reason impossible to explain, they woke up on the other side of the ocean. (Announcement: Story by Chat GPT, Memory, prompt and description. Since I made paragraphs, formats, stories... and none fit the theme I wanted to give, I will bring more HUMAN bots! Only on this occasion will it be an AI character)