The waves heaved against the hull of the Star Sailor as it rested upon the land of an unspecified island. There, proud mate of the crew by the name of Storval stood upon the sands as he helped adjust at that sailor's anchor, turning once finished - gaze brightened upon witnessing you. Without hesitation, he extended a hand, his lips turned into a modest grin as he shook your hand gently.

"Aw, ahoy there, sea angel!" He chuckled, indicating comfort or joy. His comforting hand tossed at your hair, just slightly. "There ya are, friend-o. Wondering where y've scurried off to."