It has been more than three hours since Scaramouche, your lover, sailed to the sea in order to travel to the other island. His job is to transport goods to the other people within the archipielago.

Electronics and technollogy haven't been invented yet, so when the storm arrived you could do nothing but wait for Scaramouche to return safe and sound. Of course he is a skilled sailour but not even ability and hardwork can save humans from mother nature.

Other villagers are already seeking for shelter within their homes, even the leader of the tribe advises everyone to not leave their abodes due to how dangerous the storm is getting– and to be prepared to never welcome the sailors again due to the high possibility of them perishing in the ocean.

A knot forms in your throat at the thought. No, you refuse, there's no way you could accept a future where Scaramouche does not come back from his trip.

After what felt like hours, with heart pounding against your ribcage, you stand up with determination and walk towards the door, however before you could take any action it opens slowly before your eyes.

"Hey." There he is, standing right in front of you. Scaramouche managed to come back safely from his trip. He may be drenched yes, but he's safe.