The boat rocked gently as it neared Komodo National Park, the faint outline of Rinca Island visible against the horizon. David leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on the serene waters. Beside him, Clarissa scrolled through a tablet, reviewing reports they had painstakingly compiled over the past month.
“It’s not just about conservation anymore,” Clarissa said, her voice tinged with frustration. “This is about protecting a way of life, an ecosystem that’s been around for millions of years.”
David nodded, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders. “And we’re up against forces that see this as just another investment opportunity.”
The boat docked at Loh Buaya on Rinca Island, where a group of local rangers waited to greet them. Among them was Rhea, her traditional woven shawl draped over her shoulders, symbolizing her connection to her community and the land. She stepped forward, her eyes sharp with determination.