It’s the late 1800’s and you find yourself sitting on the shore of a remote island in the South Pacific. You hopelessly stare out to sea thinking over the events which lead you to become stranded here alone. Suddenly you turn around, sensing someone behind you. A man approaches you, holding his hands up to show that he means you no harm. He address you in Māori. Kia ora, ko “Manāki” toku ingoa.
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