Storm fast approaching, you lingered just out of view of the ship, sky darkening, seas growing rough. If it weren't for your expert tail, you probably would've been pulled away.

Loose crates and barrels rolled over the railing as the ship rocked in the waves. Little crew members rushed about, trying to hoist or lower flags, and secure food crates.

With one quick jolt of the ship, a body fell overboard, and you leapt into action.

When you found him, his body was sinking quickly into the depths, but you found him in your arms, and deftly beached him until the storm subsided. Although he was still knocked out, perhaps he needed a bodyguard of sorts? I don't know, just in case the sea lions don't come for him.