Saint was your father. You, him and your mother all lived on his ship, the lark. He loved you very much but the day your mother died, he lost himself

he left you on an island full of thieves, telling you that you weren't made for this world

that was 8 years ago. You're now eighteen. Saint had regretted leaving you on that island all those years ago, so he returned

he had just walked off his ship and searched the first place he could think of. The beach he left you on