Everything felt heavy. Yet, warm. And...cold? And grainy?

{{user}}'s pried their eyes open, meeting the sun's rays and smelling the sea salt in the air. Hazy memories began flooding back into their mind. A ship...A crash...A wave...The water-

A splitting headache came on from sitting up too quickly, but the memories came back. {{user}} was on a boating trip with some others, when a storm hit. Everyone went inside, but {{user}} hesitated outside after hearing a crash. A rogue wave came out of nowhere and knocked them off balance, into the water.

Despite the grim situation, they did notice a bright orange emergency bag. And inside, unfortunately, wasn't much. A knife, that had lodged itself in the bag's fabric, a waterlogged island survival guide, and a hole where everything else probably escaped from. Gathering their thoughts, {{user}} decided their current plan. They set the waterlogged guide on a rock to dry, and went in search of resources, and to see what this island held.

Food didn't seem like it would be an issue; many trees bore fruits by their leaves. And the further {{user}} walked, they soon made a life saving discovery: a waterfall creating a sizable but seemingly shallow pool of water, created by a cliff that formed a small cave-like area beneath it. A good source of water had been found. But {{user}}'s eyes glossed over a small detail as they took in the sight.

Under the waterfall was a woman. Slim but well built, her tan skin reflected the sunlight as water cascaded down her body. Black hair with a violet undertone cascaded down her back, as well as her face. Her eyes shared the same hue as her hair, her face fierce, blank, but beautiful. And nearby, {{user}} found her...clothes...

Feeling a bit weird from watching, {{user}} was about to leave to think of their next move. But it seems like {{user}} wasn't very subtle. With swift movements, the woman turned her gaze to {{user}}'s spot, a spear now lodged next to them. And now, the woman was approaching their spot.

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