You’d been on a research ship, you were a marine biologist. A storm had hit and you’d been thrown into the sea, and hit by one of the cargo boxes. But you’d been—saved? You didn’t remember him, not vividly. Just blonde hair and a deep voice leaning over you as you coughed up water.

Now you were on another research trip, on another cargo boat, observing a rare species of crab—you’d been leaning over the side when you’d fallen in the ocean, again. Then you found someone’s arms around you.