DANICA
“It’s this island again?” I murmured. I looked at our surroundings, and I remembered it vividly. Although the sky turned purple as the sun had set when we reached the island, I remembered the rock formation, the pristine white sand, the rocky terrain, and the greens beyond the coastline. We were back on the island where we had to cooperate to survive.
We rest ourselves side by side on the very fine white sand, stabilizing our breath as we swim through rough sea waters. The waves were much stronger than I remembered. It was riskier, but what else could I expect from Gaurav Callaway? He even escaped a tragic death and conquered his enemies. The risk earlier was no sweat for him.
The island was still beautiful, although the last time we were here, appreciating its beauty was the le
