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Making the best of it

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"We're not here to cause trouble," I tried to explain, using slow, clear English and hoping for some understanding. To my relief, a young man from the group responded in English, 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 I couldn't place.

"No, we—" I started, but Accalia squeezed my hand, signaling me to be cautious.

"We had an accident," she said instead, her voice stronger now. "Our parachute... we ended up here."

The man nodded, 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 repeated, the name rolling off my tongue. It sounded peaceful, a stark contrast to the ordeal we'd just survived.

"Yes. Come, let's get you both some dry clothes and something warm to drink. You can tell us more a
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