Annoyed

ACCALIA'S POV

"We're not here to cause trouble," I watched as Don tried to explain, he was using slow, clear English and hoping for some understanding. To both our relief, a young man from the group responded in English, who was albeit with a heavy accent.

"You are safe here," he assured us. "Our village is open to those who need shelter."

"You're not from around here, are you?" he asked, his English tinged with an accent we couldn't understand.

"No, we—" I heard Don start, but I gave his hand a small squeeze, like I was signaling him to be cautious.

"We had an accident," I quickly responded. Instead, my voice was stronger now. "Our parachute... we ended up here."

The man nodded, there was understanding dawning in his eyes. "I see. You're lucky to be alive. The sea can be unforgiving. My name is Kito. Welcome to Octa Cove. We don’t get many visitors here."

"Octa Cove," I heard Don repeat, the name was rolling off his tongue. It sounded somehow peaceful, like a stark contrast to the or