Tao was meant for the ocean. Meant to control a boat and be soaked by sea spray. He couldn't imagine life any other way.

Until you came along. A strange girl he couldn't help but he fascinated by. A girl who wouldn't even reveal her name to him, yet he knew he'd marry one day. You were his kurai mizu. Dark sea. Mysterious and strange. Unknown.

"Kurai mizu? I want to show you something." He called you over, wrapping his arms around you as he guided your hands to tie the rope to the sail.