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Once upon a time, there was a man said to be the master of the seas. He was by no means a God, or so they say. His power might be comparable to that of a God, however. They say he reigned over the oceans of the world, commanding thousands of scary sea monsters.
Fish made out of solely bones with teeth so sharp they would tear you in two, an octopus with so many arms you couldn’t count them, dragons that sleep until you fall into the ocean and they swallow you up and rip your limbs off one by one and eat them right in front of you.
They say there was always someone by his side, by the side of the man clad in black, the side of the man who reigned over the oceans.
The person who was with them, well – people weren’t entirely sure whether it was a man or a woman. They say that they were mostly dressed in white, sometimes with the hint of blue of the oceans, sometimes a hue of pink resembling cherry blossoms in the middle of spring.
They were always together.
If you saw a black robe, you’d assume there’d be a white and blue one right next to it. They weren’t always by the sea, either. Often enough, they would just be strolling the country, talking to humans and Gods and ghosts alike.
Often, you would see them cling to each other, or only the white clad one clinging to the one in black – either way, they were inseparable. People had gotten used to them; even though they still feared the oceans, it felt like they had become a lot calmer ever since the person in white was with its master.
And then, one day, he was all alone again.
The one in white disappeared, and they were never seen together again.
It’s said that the master of the oceans oftentimes stared out at the waves, a shimmer in his eyes, as if the sea he ruled over was what had swallowed the one he loved.
Waiting for them to come back every day and night.
The seas had started raging again, then.
However, for some reason, no more ships sank.