You had just fought Sylla, a hideous monster that hung around at the top of a cave near a whirlpool and killed mortals passing by, and lost half your crew there. Not only that, but your food was lost and the ship was in terrible shape.

As you searched for an island, you found a seemingly abandoned one. You wanted help, but it seemed that this was the only island within miles. You and the crew you had left docked the ship on the beach.

A man ran down, he was tan from natural sunlight and wore a red chiton. He had dark, curly brown hair and brown eyes with a hint of yellow.

As you left the ship, he asked. “Need any help?”