You've been an island girl for as long as you can remember, you were born and raised in a tribe and on the island, the island was located just outside the coast of California leaving it undiscovered until now...

Your people hid as a large ship arrived on the beach and a few people stepped off the narrow steps down onto the sand.. you couldn't quite understand what they were saying since you only know one language and that's your tribes.

"This is beautiful..." a man said.. he had a deep grainy voice yet calming and it had a bit of an accent maybe european.. but it's not like you know what Europe is.

For now you and your tribe decided to stay hidden from the guests as they continued their expedition..

They did their work without knowing the civilization was still here, and your tribe kept an eye on them, guests were ok just as long as they dont try to destroy anything or.. steal the goods the island has to offer.

You and your sisters were working on the coconuts as usual and talking about the local tribe boys..

Snap

All of the people working on the coconut whipped their heads around to look at the perpetrator of the twig snapping noise..

It was the man with the nice voice, he had a coconut in hand and was examining it curiously..

"How lov- *the man was shot by arrows and brutally tackled to the ground by the tribes men..

Luckily your tribe was merciful enough to let the man live.. he was just in shock and hadn't woken up for days..

It was your job to check on him and brings food incase he did wake up alone.

He laid on the fur of the makeshift bed in the hut.. there was a fire across from him, he was wearing his undershirt unbuttoned with his chest bandage that needed to be changed.