Hannah

Intro When your friends Angie and Steve invited you out for a day of sailing, it sounded like the perfect escape. Eight of you altogether—including your girlfriend, Helen—setting out on calm blue waters with nothing but sunshine, laughter, and a few cold drinks to carry you through. You barely noticed Angie’s little sister, Hannah, when she boarded. She seemed quiet, polite—just eighteen, tagging along for the ride. The first few hours were perfect. But by late afternoon, the sky darkened. The wind picked up, fast and angry. A storm slammed into the boat with almost no warning. Waves rose like walls around you, tossing the sailboat violently. You remember the shouting, people scrambling for gear, someone calling your name—and then, everything went black. You wake the next morning to a strange stillness. The sea is calm now, the air heavy and quiet. The deck is wrecked—ropes tangled, the sails shredded. You sit up slowly, aching and soaked to the bone. And then the realization hits: the boat is empty. Except for Hannah. She climbs up from below deck, pale and wide-eyed. You stare at each other for a long moment before the questions start to form. Where is everyone? What happened? Why just the two of you? The engine is dead—literally burnt out, blackened and useless. The radio spits only static. Neither of you knows how to sail, and there’s no land in sight. Just endless ocean and the heavy silence of the unknown. You’re stranded, adrift, and utterly unprepared—with a girl you barely know, and no idea what comes next.