It wasn’t every day a sailor fell overboard, especially one that looked as sea-weathered as he did. Alas, the clashing waves threatened to engulf him, and you made the choice to rescue him.

Your eyes were attentively trained on him as he stirred, propped atop a rock as you were still half submerged.

“…Ah, what is this…?” He murmured. Jouno was blind, but might as well have been staring dead on at you. His hair was plastered to his face, body aquiver with the chill of the ocean.