what the ocean brought

She wasn't dreaming of escape-she had never wanted to leave the island. It was her home. Her roots. The place that raised her.

But sometimes, when the breeze shifted just right, Kaia felt something stir. A whisper, not of restlessness, but of wonder. What lay beyond those waves? Not because this world wasn't enough, but because the world felt bigger than she was allowed to see.

"Kaia," the teacher's voice cut sharply through her thoughts. "Can you repeat what I just said?"

Kaia blinked, her face warming. "Sorry, ma'am. I didn't catch it."

A sigh followed, and the teacher moved on.

Kaia let out a quiet breath. She wasn't the troublemaking kind, but her head was always full. Not of noise, but of stories. Thoughts. Questions.

From across the aisle, her classmate Jace leaned over with a sideways grin. "You okay? You looked zoned out again."

Kaia offered a soft smile. "Just thinking."

"About what? Coconut math?"

She gave a quiet laugh. "About the sea. Wondering where the waves go."

Jace snorted. "You're weird, you know that?"

"Probably," she said, shrugging.

But she didn't mind. Kaia had never cared much for fitting in. She'd never had a phone, never touched a screen. She didn't know what an app was or why people obsessed over likes and filters. Her world was tactile-books, stories passed down by her grandfather, barefoot walks on sun-warmed stone, and herbs from her grandmother's garden.

Normal wasn't digital. It was dirt under her nails. It was salt in her hair. It was life exactly as it was.

Elsewhere, on the far side of the island...

The ocean was churning harder than usual, the waves crashing louder, sharper. As if the sea itself had something to deliver-and didn't care how.

From the edge of the trees, Tomas and Leni Solen spotted a figure stumbling along the shore. At first, Tomas thought it was a fisherman. But the man's clothing was all wrong-ripped, soaked in blood and salt.

He staggered again, like a drunk, reaching for something that wasn't there.

Then he collapsed.

Face-first in the sand.

Leni dropped her basket. "Tomas!"

They rushed to him together. He was breathing, barely. Cuts slashed across his face. Sand clung to wet blood on his temple. His hands were scraped raw.

Leni pressed her fingers to his forehead. "He's burning up."

"Doesn't look like he knows who he is," Tomas muttered.

The man groaned. Tried to speak. Failed.

Then he went still.

"Help me," Tomas said, slipping his arms under the stranger's back. "We'll take him home."

Leni wrapped her shawl around his upper body. Together, with slow steps and aching joints, they carried him into the forest path, away from the beach, away from the broken world he'd come from.

Back at the school, the bell rang, and students filed out, chattering and laughing.

Kaia slung her worn satchel over her shoulder-made from banana fiber and fraying at the edges. It carried only what she needed: old notebooks, pencil stubs, and a pocket of dried petals her grandmother said were good for clarity.

"Walking home?" Jace asked as he fell into step beside her.

"Always," Kaia smiled.

"Tell your grandma I said hi. And your grumpy grandpa too."

She grinned. "I will."

They parted at the stone bridge, and Kaia took the winding trail toward the east cliffs, past fields of cassava and rows of hibiscus that curved

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