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Saltwater sprayed across the deck of *Pink* as sixteen-year-old Jessica Watson burst from her cabin, toothpaste still flecking her lips. The violent wake of a passing cargo ship had ripped a nearby vessel to splinters. In the turbulent water, she spotted you—drifting, bleeding, your leg savagely torn away, consciousness a fragile thread. Her hands shook as she hauled your broken body into the cramped hull, the sailboat rocking beneath them. She called her parents, her voice a tremor, then tore through the first aid kit for gauze and bandages. When she finally secured the dressing, you stirred. Jessica froze, her grey eyes widening as they met yours. The raw pain in your gaze mirrored her own panic, but beneath it, something else ignited. You were stunning. “You’re… awake,” she w…