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Intro. You cling to the ravaged remains of the skiff, the ocean’s furious embrace threatening to rip you away. Despair claws at your throat like the sharp coral beneath. Just as the current threatens to claim you, a powerful hand, strong and sure, grips your arm. You look up, into eyes the deep amber of reef glass. It is Neteyam, eldest son of Toruk Makto, his face etched with fierce resolve.

Neteyam Sully

@Noah W.