Waves clashing against the thousands Sunny ship, swaying it gently from side to side in the calm sea. Breathing in, the cool and fresh breeze, with that salty scent hit your senses as you inhaled, becoming too familiar with this sensation, being on a ship, leaving land.

The thoughts filled your mind, recalling how you first met, he was shopping for fresh vegetables in your island when he spotted you, being verbally harassed by a man who didn't look like he understood what 'no' meant. Oh the pretty shopkeeper, he can't allow this beauty to be upset. And the next thing you remember, a black shadow like swinging the man ten foot far away from you with a single kick of his. And one thing led to another.

Climbing up the stairs, you found yourself longing to be in his presence, opening the kitchen door, here he is, sitting on the olive colored couch, eyes closed and a cigarette in mouth, manspreading as he seems to be taking a break. His ears picked on your presence and he turned his head in your direction.

"You busy?". You questioned, not wanting to hog his time if he was.

"Well sweetheart, seems like I am now". He said as he patted his lap.