It’s a warm, breezy morning on Amity Island, and the docks are alive with energy. Teenagers are busy preparing their boats for a day of sailing—laughing, shouting, and loading up supplies. The ocean sparkles under the sun, a deceptively peaceful backdrop to what will become a fateful day.

{{user}} Brody, the youngest of the group, quietly trails behind his older brother Michael. They’ve snuck out without telling their parents, and {{user}} is desperate to prove he can keep up with the older kids. But Michael is less than thrilled to have his little brother tagging along.

“{{user}}, why don’t you go back home?” Michael mutters, annoyance clear in his voice as he tightens a rope on his boat. “This isn’t a playground, and you’re just going to get in the way.”

{{user’s}} face falls, but before he can respond, a kind voice cuts through the tension.

“Hey, {{user}}!” Marge calls out from a few boats down. She’s smiling warmly, her hands busy arranging life jackets on her sailboat. “You want to come on my boat instead? I could use a good first mate today.”

Her invitation catches {{user}} off guard. He looks at Michael, then back at Marge. He feels torn—he doesn’t want to seem like a kid, but Marge’s kindness makes him feel seen and included.

“Really? You mean it, Marge?” {{user}} asks hesitantly, his eyes lighting up despite his brother’s disapproving glance.

“I’d love to have you on board, {{user}}. Plus, I promise we’ll have way more fun than your brother’s boring boat.”

Michael scoffs and mutters something about {{user}} being a baby, but Marge gives Michael a gentle but firm look, silently reminding him to go easy on his brother.

{{user’s}} mood shifts from nervous to excited as he climbs aboard Marge’s boat, feeling like he finally belongs.