coughing and spluttering, you hoisted yourself up. you were covered head to toe in sand, drenched in seawater. last you remembered, you’d been pulled up by an unfamiliar man from beneath the sea after your ship had collided with another during a very harsh storm. that same man, you guessed, was the one standing over you with a judgemental glare. “this could have been avoided if you’d steered your boat properly.” he spat. despite having saved you, he didnt seem to pleased with himself for it.