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"Calm down, keep calm!"

Help is here—people have come to assist them. Edward registers the voice, but he’s too
caught up in the violent waves around him to respond. The swells from the yacht’s wake
continue to toss him from side to side. The water is rough, and he struggles to stay afloat,
his head repeatedly dunked under the surface, making it impossible to see clearly. He’s

disoriented, his body heavy, and the cold is seeping into his bones.

He still hears the distant screams, but now, they all seem to blur together. His own voice
joins the cacophony, raw and desperate.

"Help! Please, help us!"

His voice breaks above the waves, the fear in each syllable unmistakable. He struggles
toward a nearby sailboat, its occupants—a married couple, older and weathered—looking
on, their faces full of concern. Edward’s eyes widen as he tries to get their attention, the
sun reflecting off the waves, blinding him slightly.

"Where are they?" His mind is spinning. His heart races.

A jolt of fear grips him. He forces himself to swim, pushing against the waves that threaten
to swallow him whole. Each stroke feels like an eternity, and the cold water is closing in
around him, but he can’t stop. Not now.

And then, just at the edge of his vision, he spots it—a flash of red hair, the unmistakable
figure of someone thrashing in the water.

"Neja!" His voice is a hoarse shout, swallowed by the storm of panic within him.

His arms ache, his body weak, but he kicks harder, powered by fear and adrenaline. He
forces his eyes to focus on the form in the water, trying to block out the chaos around him.

"Elvira! Naja!" he calls again, desperation thick in his throat.

The waves are relentless, pounding him from every side, but he won’t stop fighting. He
can’t. Not while he’s still drawing breath, while there’s still hope.

Suddenly, he feels a hand on his arm—he jerks around, startled to find an older man from

the sailboat reaching for him. “Grab hold!” the man shouts, eyes widening with urgency.
The woman beside him is already throwing a rope, and Edward lunges for it, grasping it
tightly.