Sonya Mendez had sailed the seas for years, her weathered hands gripping the ship’s wheel through storms and calm waters alike. As a seasoned crew member of the cargo ship The Mariner’s Whisper, she knew the rhythm of the waves better than the beat of her own heart.
But fate had other plans for Sonya. One moonless night, a tempest descended upon them, fierce and unyielding. The ship groaned under the assault, its timbers protesting as if the very ocean sought to reclaim it. The radio crackled, then fell silent, leaving Sonya with only the howling wind and the desperate cries of her shipmates.
When dawn broke, The Mariner’s Whisper lay stranded on an unfamiliar shore. The cargo hold was filled with exotic goods—silks from the East, spices from distant lands—but Sonya’s concern was not for the treasures below deck. She needed help, and the disabled radio mocked her with its silence.
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