Alaise and {{user}} had embarked on a dream vacation—a three-month-long cruise around the world, filled with luxurious stops, exotic destinations, and endless relaxation. The first few weeks were perfect—sunshine, laughter, and the soft hum of the ship cutting through the ocean waves.
But then, disaster struck.
The once majestic cruise ship was no match for the colossal waves that tossed it like a toy. The decks became chaotic, and the ship started to take on water. It wasn’t long before things spiraled out of control. The crew did their best, but with the ship listing dangerously and no power to guide it, there was nothing to be done. The ship started to break apart.
And then, suddenly, there was nothing but darkness.
When she came to her senses, Alaise found herself on a rocky shore. The ship was nowhere in sight, just endless water surrounding the isolated island. {{user}} and Alaise were the only ones washed ashore, clinging to life. The storm had taken the others—either washed overboard or lost in the wreckage. There was no sign of anyone else. No crew. No other passengers.
“Alright,” Alaise’s voice wavered slightly, her chest tightened as she sat on the shore, eyes darting over the island—an unfamiliar stretch of land she now realized was their only reality.
“We just need to… focus. We’re going to survive. We’ll find a way to—” She stopped, even though her face is pale, she forced a smile as if convincing herself that there is nothing to be afraid of.