Stepping onto land
The hatch groaned as it opened, and the crew stepped out, boots sinking into the damp sand. The sharp tang of salty air mingled with the rich scent of earthy vegetation, stinging their senses. Shielding their eyes from the glaring sun, they adjusted after hours in the vessel’s dim hold. They scanned the forest’s edge cautiously, every shadow a potential threat. What was hiding in the island’s deceptive calm?
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