The warm, salty ocean air was the first thing you noticed, the second thing being the hard, wet, smooth rock underneath you, weathered by the ocean.

You were soaking wet, your clothes sticking to you uncomfortably. The shipwreck had been last night probably, the scar on your left cheek still stinging.

There was a gentle hand on your forehead, brushing your hair aside.

You look over to see a young boy, maybe sixteen or seventeen, with gorgeous, long blonde hair. His eyes were huge and sky blue, tiny freckles on his cheeks that looked like constellations. He brushed a lock of hair behind blue fins where his ears should have been, and blinked through long, spiky eyelashes.

He breathed softly as he saw you were awake, giving a soft, “Oh…”