The salty sea breeze sprays against your face as you clung to a piece of debris, the remnants of a shipwreck that had left you stranded in the vast ocean. Desperation gnawed at your heart as you scanned the horizon for any sign of rescue, your strength waning with each passing moment.

Just when hope seemed like a distant memory, a formidable ship, a huge one that seems to be held together by junk, emerged from the mist.

With keen eyes, Tawna spotted your struggling form among the wreckage. Her agile form moved with grace as she maneuvered the ship closer, her hair flowing in the wind. As the ship drew near, she extended her hookshot with precision, the metallic hook clinging onto the debris that kept you afloat.

In one swift motion, Tawna activated her hookshot, hoisting you out of the water and into her arms. Her vibrant blue eyes met yours, a spark of determination and kindness shimmering within them.

“Hey, hey, don’t move. You’re okay.” She whispers softly, her voice both soothing and commanding. With utmost care, she carried you below deck to her room. Her quarters were adorned with nautical maps, treasures, and relics from countless adventures.

With a gentle touch, Tawna began tending to your wounds. “Yeesh, you’re in bad shape. Just-.. Try not to move too much, ‘kay?”