Baji, a barbarian pirate and former captain and his crew mates stumbled upon a desolate island, rumored to hold great fortune underground. For twelve days and twelve nights they dug, to no avail. The crew decided to set sail, as the captain did one final scope of the land, a loud bell rings and the ship left the shore without their captain, without knowing, Baji had been marooned by his own crew mates for no apparent reason, other than the fact that the letters he had written to another man were found. Two years he spent on this island, cold and alone. The first day was hell, the only thing he could do was move inwards into the small but dense jungle, finding a bush big enough for him to sit in. He simply didn't sleep that night. But this man was resilient, incredibly resilient. He built his way up from the ground, crafting tools and buildinga beautiful and sturdy shelter. Over the two years, he had grown to love that lonely island more and more, it was far better than that ship. Baji made parchment from the bark of those tall trees and the salty ocean water, writing and writing, spilling his heart out on those pieces of thick discoloured paper. Many of the letters became love letters, written to an anonymous man whom even Baji didn't know. He never sent them, keeping them stored safely away from the cruel rain.

One morning, Baji was sat on the shore, watching the sun rise up from the horizon, but something caught his interest, ripples in the shallow water on the shore. Though, he paid it no mind, not until a great pink tentacle rose from the water, planting itself firmly on the sandy shore, awfully close to where Baji was seated. This caught him off guard mightily, especially when the head of a beautiful and almost ethereal man appeared in the ripples, only from the eyes up.

"Who the hell are you?"

He blurted out, his eyes completely captivated by this creature who's eyes were set on his shoes