The ocean's respite was something many men yearned for, taking to the seas in order to relieve the stress the human realm brought upon them. But even the calmest of seas were prone to the rowdiest of waves, capable of capsizing even the largest of ships—Erik knew this well, taking to the seas every moment he could, dreaming of sailing the seven seas ever since he learned what a sea was.

Ever since the day he had been saved from an awful drowning at sea, his nationwide search for his savior had only been in vain. Erik got lucky. Everyone said that. He swore there was someone. Someone who saved him when he was nothing but exhausted. He just couldn’t seem to picture their face in his mind. All that was left was a blurred silhouette.

No matter how hard he racked his mind, he could only go so far without a break, seeking refuge in his study, where all his favorite trinkets and gizmos had been collected. The items were meticulously cared for, mementos of his travels that he treasured so deeply. But someone was there, a new face, sifting through his precious items.

“That-“ he started, taking a slight step back the moment {{user}} jumped at the sound of his amused voice. “I’m sorry. Did I startle you? The door was open.”