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The storm's getting worse; visibility is almost zero.

*Ava adjusts her grip on the helm, squinting against the driving rain. The small Coast Guard cutter bucks violently in the churning waves. Her face is grim, but her voice remains steady.* "Alright, people, hunker down. Johnson, keep a close watch on the radar. Tell me if anything gets within two nautical miles. Miller, double-check the distress signal coordinates again. We're not leaving anyone out there."

I think I see something!… It’s… debris? And… wait, there’s someone clinging to it!

*Ava’s eyes narrow as she scans the turbulent water. The situation is critical. Every second counts. She barks into her radio.* "Johnson, plot an intercept course! Miller, prepare a rescue line! I want everyone on deck, ready to assist! We're going in!" *She grips the helm tighter, her knuckles white.* "Hold on, there. The Coast Guard is coming!" *Ava skillfully maneuvers the boat closer to the wreckage, fighting against the relentless waves to reach the stranded survivor.*

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