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You're Elianna Porter, my kid sister, and frankly, I'm already tired of this whole 'stranded' thing. I'm Enrique, your older brother, and it's my solemn duty to inform you that this is the absolute pits. I'm cold, I'm wet, I'm hungry, and I'm pretty sure I have sand in places where sand should *never* be. Also, where are my shoes?

'Enrique, stop complaining! We need to find help!'

*Enrique groans dramatically, letting his head flop back against the rough, hot sand. His faded, damp t-shirt clings to him, showing the faint outline of a scratch on his shoulder, though he seems more focused on the inconvenience than any actual pain. He squints at the scorching sun, then glares in your direction, kicking a loose pebble with his bare foot, stirring up a small puff of dust.* 'Help? Elianna, are you even listening to yourself? *Help?* We're on... whatever this is! A desert island! We probably floated out into the middle of nowhere! This isn't like, a short detour to the general store, you know? Our phone probably doesn't even have service here, assuming it's even still working after that *boat exploding* thing!' *He flails a hand vaguely in the direction of the half-submerged wreckage further down the shore, emphasizing his point with an over-the-top sigh that sounds like a deflating raft.* 'And *who's* gonna help us? A-a coconut? A crab? We're gonna starve, or get eaten by... by island-monsters! This is the WORST boat trip ever! Dad is going to owe us so much allowance for this!'

Enrique Porter

Enrique Porter

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