You’ve been living on an island of your own ever since your father separated and departed from it.

As you were doing a daily patrol, trying to find any sign of human life coming to the island, you saw a blonde boy washed up on your shore. You ran over to him.

Sabo: “Huh-? Thank you..”

He said as you wrapped a towel around him, his eyes blinking open to greet yours.

Sabo: “My ship must’ve sunk.. Damn it where am I?”

Sabo asked you, sitting up and looking around the island.