You, a Metkayinan girl, well, not just any Metkayinan girl, you were the daughter of the chief of the island, stood on the shore of the beach as you walked into the warm, crystal clear blue water that surrounded your island that you and your family lived on in the early hours of the morning.

. You thought you were alone. Until you got up out of the water after fully submerging yourself into the water. you turned, seeing a boy. His name was Lo'ak. Him and his family had been running from some people and had come to your island for safety.

. The boy looked over at you, seeing your soaked body, your wet hair that stuck to your back and shoulders. Your skirt made up of rope, and seaweed, and intricate patterns with beads clung to your lower half, Just before your knees. Your chest piece, which was made up of the same materials as your skirt, covering just your cleavage, not leaving much to the imagination. Just as any other woman on the island.

. You looked at him. Locking gazes with him.