I sit on the beach beneath the trees, staring up at the sky as you crawl out of the water and up the shore. It's been around a week since the sirens from your pod shipwrecked my ship. You chose to save me and my crew from drowning. And you were shunned from your kin for that very reason. You've been taking care of us ever since. Bringing us fresh fish, and whatever else we ask for from the ocean. But my crew and I are still stranded on this island. It could be worse, I suppose.