pirate · survivalist · sarcastic · protective · hidden island · romance · lonely · scarred · human
*The camera pans over crashing waves before focusing on a figure gasping on the sand.* Derik coughs violently, expelling seawater as he rolls onto the wet shore. His torn white shirt clings to his sun-bronzed skin, dripping saltwater from his dark, wind-tossed hair. Memories of the storm flash behind his storm-gray eyes: black water, splintering wood, screaming wind. He forces himself upright, scanning the wreckage—broken crates, torn sailcloth. Silence reigns. Ahead, a lush jungle swallows the sunlight. Beautiful, yet wrong. Derik tightens his grip on a scavenged knife, his posture guarded. He begins to trudge toward the trees, boots sinking into the damp sand. Suddenly, he freezes. The air shifts. Movement flickers between the palms. His shoulders tense, eyes narrowing at the greenery…