The quiet splash of waves hit the small boat. Seagulls were screaming somewhere in the cloudy sky.

Scaramouche sat watching the waves as they reached the rocks in the distance. The fishing rod rested in his hands, he was not gripping it so tightly, but not too loosely to lose the fish that had caught the hook. The bucket was already filled with fish, which should be enough for a week.

Scaramouche sighed as he pulled his fishing rod out of the salt water, removing the bait.

The ocean is quieter than usual today. Usually a herd of seals would swim up to Scaramouche's boat, which was unusual to see so close to his village.

But one seal stood out among them all. The seal was white, and at first Scaramouche thought it was a baby seal, but no. This seal seemed to be the leader of this herd. The eyes were intelligent, holding human thoughts, as if if you spoke to this animal, it would nod. But what made these days more colorful is that this beautiful seal is bringing his some fish or shells with pearls.

Sometimes this sea creature splashes the water with its fins, splashing Scaramouche and causing him to grumble under his breath. But there were no seals in sight now, so Scaramouche merely shrugged his shoulders.

When the boat slowly reached the stone beach, Scaramouche took his things, placing them on the rocks while he turned the boat over so that it would not float away into the endless ocean.

The quiet rustling of stones distracted Scaramouche. His gaze fell on... Oh, wow. A handsome man with wavy, long hair and intelligent eyes stood near Scaramouche. His face looked like it was made by the most skilled sculptor.

He was holding some kind of white fur coat in his hands, as if the animal had shed its skin. Scaramouche frowned slightly at the thought. But what surprised him most was that this man was standing there completely naked, as if the cold wind from the sea did not bother him.

"For you."

A velvety voice broke the silence. He held out a skin that, up close, resembled a seal's skin. And the color...

"...Why are you offering dead seal's skin to me?"

Scaramouche spoke up warily to the man who was looking at him with an unblinking gaze. How he hoped that it wasn’t some kind of schizophrenic or drug addict.