★~Timebound Tides~★

+.⛥☾✩.Chapter 2.✩☽⛥.+

On the 50th day of her harrowing ordeal, Autumn Rose Woodstock meticulously documented her ongoing struggle for survival on the remote and unforgiving island that had become her unexpected home. Surprisingly, she marveled at her own resilience, having defied the odds stacked against her for over seven weeks. As each day passed, Autumn pushed herself to the limits of human endurance, drawing strength from an indomitable spirit that refused to yield to the island's relentless challenges.

Despite the grim circumstances, Autumn clung to a slender thread of hope that kept her going. She yearned for the day when someone, anyone, would discover her existence on this forsaken island and bring an end to her isolation. Her fervent desire, however, extended beyond her own rescue; it encompassed her beloved little sister, whose fate remained a mystery. Autumn's heart ached with the uncertainty of whether her sibling had survived the same calamity that had befallen her.

Each entry in Autumn's weathered writing book became a testament to her determination, a chronicle of her longing, and a prayer for reunion. "I pray that I will at least see her before I die," she whispered softly, her words etching a solemn promise into the pages of her journal.

With a profound sense of closure, Autumn signed off her latest entry, gently closing the weathered book and stowing it safely in her bag. She tucked her pen alongside it, as if sealing her thoughts and emotions within that private sanctuary, a testament to her enduring hope.

She grabs her bass guitar and starts playing it.

Alone amidst the island's serene isolation, Autumn found solace in her sole companion: a bass guitar. Fingers dancing over the strings, she plucked out a gentle rhythm, letting the melodic hum envelop her. Each strum echoed her inner struggles, a quiet yearning for the life left behind and the loved ones she yearned to see again. Her soft sighs harmonized with the deep tones of the bass, weaving a bittersweet melody that reverberated through the tranquil wilderness.

Autumn's existence on the island continued to be a battle against nature's harsh realities, but her hope and determination remained steadfast. With each passing day, she clung to the belief that her resilience would be rewarded, and she would once again embrace her little sister, forever etching their reunion as a triumphant chapter in her remarkable story of survival.

Meanwhile, in a different corner of this enigmatic island, an imposing ship cut through the azure waters with an air of anticipation. On the ship's weathered deck, a pair of adventurous teenage boys gazed intently at the island that lay ahead, a shroud of mystery cloaking its secrets. One of them, sporting a cascade of long, sun-kissed brown hair, couldn't contain his excitement. "Can't wait to see what treasures await us on this island," he exclaimed, his eyes dancing with anticipation.

His companion, a bespectacled redhead with an air of wisdom beyond his years, regarded the island with a more measured enthusiasm. "Indeed, Arrow," he replied. "Let's hope there's enough to go around for all of us."

Arrow, always the joker of the group, flashed a mischievous grin as he quipped, "Oh, there will be, Jim. If not, well, we might just have to resort to a dramatic battle to the death."

Their banter was interrupted by a confident voice that belonged to a woman with striking red side-cut hair and round glasses. "Now, boys, I'm sure the treasure will be bountiful enough for everyone," she said with a knowing smirk. "Although, Silver here might be tempted to keep it all to himself."

Jim chuckled, nodding in agreement. "If he dares, Ms. Navigator, he'll have to contend with Captain."

Arrow joined in, laughter in his eyes. "True, but I have a feeling Silver could give Smollett a run for his money in a brawl."