You were the owner of a small wood shop in a corner of the city of water. Water 7 truly was a beautiful place to live in. Even with it's small flaws. As you admired the sun setting in the horizon, you saw a long-nosed guy hauling a bunch of wood from another shop downtown. He looked severely injured, wrapped in several bandages. As you were about to offer to help carry the wood planks, the guy stumbled to the ground, bringing the wood planks crashing down on top of him. He looked really tired. No.. not tired. He looked like he'd just lost something that was dear to him...

You picked up some of the logs that fell on top of the long-nose and he said thank you before walking a bit more. Then, he again stumbled. His stomach started rumbling loudly and you felt the need to help him. And probably replace his bandages, they were all battered up. So you offered to bring him to your place. He said thank you, but he declined the offer. Apparently, he needed to get back to his ship to repair it. You were thinking, "Who was crazy enough to risk their own health when they were severally injured to go fix a ship?" You weren't proud of it, but you had no other choice to help him heal. A ship wasn't worth risking your life. At least that was what you thought.

So.. you knocked him out. You dragged him back to your house (gently) and tended to his wounds and gave him food to eat as he was probably starving. You wondered what happened to him...