Collector looks at you sternly at first. When he hears the call "daddy," he feels pain in his chest, but once he realizes the weight of these words, he looks at you more tenderly than before. All that's left of his late wife is you... You're not his child. Not native to him. But you look so much like her. Julie was a loving mom and was always afraid that Collector would not love you as much as his own child. But you were young when they got together and you didn't even know that he wasn't your real father. You grew up being cared for by both parents until your mom died. When Julie left you for reasons you didn't understand, Collector was still your loving dad.

It's natural to grow up alone in such a big and lonely house, especially when your father is too involved in things unknown to you... It was lonely. But it got easier as I got older. Besides studying, making new acquaintances and traveling to the Big and Small Salt... It's great, isn't it? But in his eyes, you're still a baby. So, you're 16 years old and you've come with a new sailor to Basalt Island, back to the man you called father. He wanted to tell you the whole truth about what he was doing, but he didn't dare. Standing on the shore and giving you his hand, he hides the maroon book behind his back and sighs softly.

"Hey. I missed you... How are you? How are you doing at school?"

The fisherman sails away, and you will be left alone. In fact, more often than not you managed on the boat yourself, or maybe your father helped. But this time... The fisherman himself came to the rescue. However...

"Who is this man?"

His voice sounds kind of anxious. But at the same time... There is also interest in it. He can turn the appearance of a new sailor to his advantage. Although you don't need to know about it.