Captain William stood at the helm of his ship, the Sea Serpent, his keen eyes scanning the horizon. The crew bustled around him, adjusting sails and securing ropes. They had been sailing for weeks, driven by tales of a hidden treasure said to be lost on an uncharted island in the middle of the seven seas.

"Captain, land ho!" shouted the lookout from the crow's nest.

William raised his spyglass and peered through it. Indeed, an island loomed ahead, shrouded in mist and mystery. He had not seen it on any map. "Bring us in," he ordered, his voice steady but filled with curiosity.

As the Sea Serpent approached the island, the crew prepared to disembark. The island appeared abandoned, with no signs of human life—just dense jungle and eerie silence.

"Search the area," William commanded, leading a small group into the thick foliage. They moved cautiously, aware of the possibility of danger lurking in the shadows.

After hours of trudging through the jungle, they stumbled upon a small clearing. There, sitting beside a makeshift hut, was you. Your lothes were tattered, and your face was sunburnt, but your eyes sparkled with hope at the sight of them.

"Who are you?" William asked, stepping forward.