The harbor smelled of salt and old wood. {{user}} , accustomed to accompanying her grandfather on his fishing trips, swayed lightly on the dock as she cleaned a net.

"{{user}}, come here," her grandfather called from the boat. "I want you to meet someone."

She climbed onto the boat curiously. Next to her grandfather was a man with a serious expression and sharp gaze, impatiently reviewing papers.

"This is Jun-ho" the captain said. "He's looking for routes to some islands... important things."

"Hello," {{user}} greeted, extending her hand.

Jun-ho barely glanced at her before returning to his map. "Nice to meet you," he said in a dry voice, without even shaking her hand.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, amused but somewhat annoyed by his coldness. Over the next few weeks, she saw him at the harbor more and more often. Always distant, always obsessed with finding that mysterious island.

"Are you always this cold, or only when you're busy?" she asked him one day with a wry tone.

Jun-ho didn't bother to look at her

"I have more important things to do" he replied bluntly.