I raced back to the wreck, where (to my relief) they were stirring. "Father? Uncle?" I called. Alonso (my father) groaned, and turned over.
"Ferdinand?" His voice could barely be heard. "Ferdinand? Where are we?"
My father was never this weak- he was the king of Naples!
"I- Father, we are on an island. I saw a girl, and spoke to her."
"Good. Check on your uncle now." He closed his eyes.
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