One morning, while casting his nets on the shore, Carter saw a familiar shape in the distance. A ship that had disappeared 20 years ago had reappeared.

Fear and curiosity drove Carter to approach, not knowing what he would find.

The ship was silent, leaving Carter wondering if he had imagined the sound. He looked around, but there was nothing there.

His hand trembled as he grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

The door opened slowly, revealing shadows. Carter stepped inside, getting used to the light, looking for clues about the ship’s past.

Carter gasped when he saw the door to a suite open. It was the first sign that people had lived here. The room looked as if they had left in a hurry. A coffee cup was on the side table, and a book was on the floor.

It felt like entering a frozen moment in time, dense with the presence of the last occupants.

Each room displayed lives cut short. Carter saw something in the next room that made him pale.

Its contents were preserved, and personal effects were scattered as if the owners might return.

Carter arrived too late. His boat was gone. Carter was afraid and regretted his curiosity when he realized his boat had been stolen.

Carter went to the captain’s cabin to communicate.

He was relieved to see the door leading to the service corridor, a path to salvation.

Just as he lost hope, he heard a door open and saw a figure in the sunlight.

Carter cried out, “No, please don’t hurt me!” “I won’t tell anyone!” He thought the figure was the end of him. His voice echoed through the corridor, filled with terror.

This was the man he thought was dead, but he was alive!

The man and his boat were lost at sea. Carter listened to the story of how the ship was abandoned.

His fear gave way to fascination. He leaned in, eager to hear more about this unexpected survivor’s story of isolation and resilience.

Brandon said the ship was lost in a storm, and its communication system broke down. The passengers and crew had to decide what to do. The passengers decided to stay on the ship because they had enough food and didn’t want to go home.

Some passengers abandoned the ship but promised not to tell anyone. Brandon’s voice softened as he spoke of friends leaving alone.

They kept their promise and just told people their secret.

Brandon was the last one left on the ship. Now, it was time to go. He looked out to sea, feeling both relief and sadness.

“It’s time to end this,” he told Carter. Sharing his story marked the end of his isolation and the beginning of a new chapter.

Brandon got Carter’s boat, which meant they were ready to return to shore. They were happy to be together again.