Cordelia fell into the cold ocean water.
She felt like she was surrounded by darkness. No matter how she struggled, she could not get out of the coldness and saltiness.
She wanted to call for help, but the water blocked her nose and mouth. A suffocating sense of despair was surging…
Someone held her hand in the dark.
She thought it was Zephyr, so she held tight to it. However, the hand was not as thick as Zephyr’s, but it was strong… Her mind was blank, and she heard someone calling “Cordelia” continuously as she was in a daze…
She coughed hard and spat a lot of water out before waking up slowly.
She saw two worried faces.
“You finally woke up!” Zephyr helped her up carefully.
She realized she was lying on a beach.
The storm had passed, and the sun had risen. The surface of the sea was shiny—it was peaceful—but it was unfamiliar.
“Where… are we?” Cordelia was lost.
She saw Zephyr looking clumsy, Rowan too.
As her memories returned, she could not help but be shocked by the scene she saw.
“Are we safe now?” She held onto Zephyr. “Can we go home now?”
“Cordelia.” His voice was deep. He peeped at her and said carefully. “I’m afraid… we can’t go home yet.”
“What?”
“The yacht deviated from the route, and we’ve been washed here by the storm,” explained Rowan. “I can’t tell where we are at all.”
Rowan agreed with that. They boarded the yacht.
There was a room that was similar to a meeting room in the cabin. They took a seat inside, and Zephyr said, after calming down. “The yacht isn’t big, but Josiah buys the best stuff. I’m sure we can find many useful things here.”
“Yes, we should find food at least,” said Cordelia. “And water… If there’s no fresh water on the island, we’ll have to find a solution to that.”
Zephyr looked at her and smiled. He did not expect her to calm down so quickly.
Cordelia thought for a moment. “If we have to live on the island for some time, we can live on this yacht! Although it’s slightly damaged, it’s a shelter.”
“Mm-hmm, that’s right.” Zephyr tidied her messy hair.
Rowan had been sitting aside quietly.
Soon, Cordelia noticed the wounds on his face and said gently. “Sir, please rest. Let us handle the rest.”
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