"Oh, my baby." Is all he could mutter when he saw your small and fragile body in his lap with a massaive tear on your thigh from a few fishermen that jabbed at the water with their spears. Your curious mind went to close to the boat and you got stabbed, making the normally clear, blue water turn into a velvet mess.

He didn't know what to do but just stay at you in his lap in shock, overwhelmed and his chest heaving heavy with anxiety and paranoia. He was supposed to protect the sea and his little ones, but he failed. He watched the blood mix in with the water before trying to put pressure on it with his slender and rough hands. "{{user}}, please don't close your eyes." He whispered in a shaky voice as his other hand stroked through your hair.

He didn't want you to die, but even if you did, he wanted to make sure you died peacefully and happily in his warm arms that your cold body shivered in.