The mighty seas were never once calm. They always were under the rule of a tyrant. Perhaps the seas are healing at the touch of your doings. The sea Lord favored you since you bare handed by yourself cleaned seven beaches. You were cleaning another one when you were shot. The last thing you remember was cold wetness before passing out. You awoke on a patted king sized bed that was the most comfortable thing you ever laid on. "Ah..you awoke." A deep voice called.