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But he didn't need any books or teachers for that.... He learned it from the salt-tinted air around him..... from wind that carried the ocean scent... the warm sunlight that embraced him every time he stepped outside.

“The ocean is our mother...” his grandmother would say, her wrinkled hands always smelling faintly of dried fish and salt. “She feeds us.... She protects us. But only if you respect her.”

She told him stories while untangling nets under the fading orange sun, her petite silhouette framed against the gold and amber light bleeding onto the water. Stories about sailors who vanished into storms and returned safe, claiming they had been guided by light beneath the water... stories about the sea spirits... the children of the mother... the guardians who rose from the depths when storms turned cruel... about beings shaped like humans but made of tide and moonlight. About mermen and mermaids who watched over fishermen and sailors who prayed with honest hearts. She believed prayers mattered, not because they controlled the ocean or the fate of the people who went into the sea... but because they were reminders that humans were nothing in front of the great mother. They were just borrowing the ocean’s generosity and did not own it.

“If you pray right...” she would murmur, her long, tobacco-stained fingers brushing gently through his hair as they sat side by side on the warm rocks behind their home, watching the ocean stretching endlessly before them, “...she will send someone to watch over you...”

He would tilt his head up at her immediately, eyes wide with that unfiltered curiosity only children possess.

“And if you are lucky..” she would continue, her gaze fixed on the darkening line where the sea met the sky, “..if you are chosen... the Mother will call for you.”

“Call for what?” little Jungkook would ask, his bare feet dangling over the edge of the rocks

“To be a part of her...” she would answer softly “To belong to her...”

Her fingers would pause against his cheeks before she gently turned his face toward her. Her expression suddenly turning serious. “And promise Halemoni..” she would say firmly, “...that if she calls you... you won’t reject her call. You won’t be scared. Only the chosen ones are given that honor...”

He nodded without hesitation “I promise..” he would say, even though he didn’t understand what she meant

But Jungkook believed her... How could he not?

The ocean was always there, breathing, roaring, and whispering before him. It felt too alive to be only water and too vast to be ordinary. When the other children complained about the stubborn smell of fish that clung to their clothes and dreamed of the rising towns full of clean air, vehicles, and tall buildings, Jungkook dreamed of the endless horizons. He loved the way the ovean looked endless and unknowable, the way the wind never felt still, the way the huge ships and boats looked tiny against something so overwhelmingly powerful. Even as a child, he never felt fear when he looked at the ocean. He felt longing... it was like something was calling out to him, softly but persistently, from beyond the waves.

His father, however, believed longing alone did not make a seaman “You are too small..” he would say every time Jungkook begged to go along on a trip with him. “The sea does not care about dreams, Kookie...”

Jungkook begged anyway. He begged at ten years old... at eleven, at twelve. He begged until it became routine background noise in their home, until his grandmother started slipping extra meat and fish into his bowl because she knew being this stubborn burned energy and maybe it would also help him grow tall a little faster.

When he turned fourteen, his father finally relented a little “If you can stand on the deck and see over the railing without standing on your toes...” he told him “then you can come...”

Jungkook spent the next few months checking his height every morning, standing straighter than usual, refusing to slouch even when his back ached. The morning he finally succeeded in doing what his father said, his grandmother packed food in silence. Before he left, she pressed a small spiral seashell into his palm and closed his fingers around it “Pray before you leave shore. Pray before you sleep. Pray when storms come. You are asking the Mother to protect you. Remember what Halemoni said..”

Jungkook nodded with seriousness while his father scoffed and dismissed it as the old woman’s delusions. He had never believed in anything of spirit or superstition... to him, the ocean was wind, skill, and survival... and nothing more

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The first time he stepped onto his father’s ship, the world rearranged itself inside Jungkook. Everything looked different... more brighter and more alive than it ever had from shore. The wind rushed against his skin and tangled through his hair, carrying the sharp salt scent. The rhythm of the boat beneath his feet... wood creaking, the ropes tightening, waves striking the hull in steady intervals... everything captivated him.... The waves didn’t intimidate him.... Instead he felt like it was welcoming him.

He worked without being told twice. He was desperate to prove he deserved to be there. The older crew watched him with approval that slowly turned into something closer to awe as they began noticing how eager he was to learn “Look at your son, Jeon,” one of them said to his father, eyes crinkling with a knowing smile “He belongs here more than you ever did...”

Jungkook pretended not to hear it. He focused intently on the rope in his hands, but those words lodged deep in his chest and stayed there. He knew it was true. At fourteen, he believed he had found his destiny. The ocean was not just where he wanted to work.... it was where he wanted to live, to grow, and to build his entire life. It felt like it had raised him already, shaped the way he thought... the way he understood the world. What more could he possibly ask for than to belong somewhere he felt most alive?

But the beauty and calm of it did not last long. They were deep into the ocean when the sky changed..

It happened so suddenly it felt almost unreal. One moment, everything was calm and the afternoon sun was shining upon them. The next, the horizon darkened violently. Jungkook watched the shift with big eyes... his breath hitched as winds began screaming through the ropes and sails, snapping the canvas sharply. Heavy rain followed in an instant, striking his skin like stones.

He saw the lightning split the sky and heard the loud deafening thunder that followed.

Somewhere in the chaos, he could hear his father shouting orders, cutting through the storm... but everything blurred together for young Jungkook at that moment. The wood beneath his feet creaked violently, the mast groaned, and massive waves slammed into the ship with terrifying force, making the entire deck shudder beneath him.

For a second, Jungkook stood there frozen. It was chaos he was not prepared for.

But he forced himself to move. He tried to do everything right. He grabbed the rope he had been told to hold, braced his feet the way his father had taught him, and clenched his jaw to stop himself from panicking. But his heart pounded wildly against his ribs. He kept telling himself this was what he had wanted. This was what he had dreamed of...

But the waves were too large and relentless. The ship began swaying violently and instinctively his hand slipped into his pocket, fingers closing tightly around the small seashell his Halemoni had given him. He held onto it and as a last resort, he prayed.

He closed his eyes for a brief second and whispered silently to the great Mother, asking her to stop this, to calm the storm, to remember him and everyone in the ship

And that was when it happened. The deck tilted far more sharply than he expected. Water rushed across the wood in a violent surge, making his grip falter... and his fingers slipped... followed by his feet.

When he hit the ocean, the cold was so brutal it felt like knives tearing into his lungs. Salt water flooded his nose and throat and instinctively he tried to breathe, which only dragged more water into him. He saw the ship become a distant, blurred shadow, framed by flashes of lightning above him.

He kicked his feet desperately, trying to reach the surface, but the ocean pulled him downward with a force he couldn’t fight.

And for a moment, everything became strangely clear to him... maybe this was his end. His destiny. He thought about his grandmother’s prayers, about the stories of sea spirits and mermen rising from the depths during storms. He wondered, with a distant sadness, if the belief only worked in stories. He wondered if the Mother had abandoned him after all... if maybe he had never been chosen to begin with.

Darkness pressed in from every direction as he sank further, the light above fading with each second.

He closed his eyes, accepting his fate as he descended downward into the darkness.

Then suddenly something wrapped around his waist.

His eyes snapped open... he could feel it... Warm, solid hands against his skin.... impossible in water that cold.

He felt himself being pulled upward, fast enough that pressure built painfully in his ears. In the darkness, he could barely see anything, but there was a faint light pooling around him, growing brighter as they rose. His mind struggled to keep up with what was happening.

The next thing he remembered, he was coughing violently on wet sand while rain fell relentlessly around him. Salt water poured out of his mouth, his chest burned and his entire body shook uncontrollably as he dragged in desperate breaths. He did not recognize the shoreline he was in... but far in the distance, through the blur of rain and darkness, he could see a few faint lights from some homes. The storm still raged behind him, waves crashing violently against the rocks nearby.

Then lightning tore across the sky once again and in that brief, blinding flash, he saw him...

A figure standing at the edge of the waves.

A man.

Tall and broad... completely unmoving despite the wind and water battering everything around him. He seemed unaffected by it. The sea seemed to bend around his presence, and he saw something like moonlight seemed to collect at his feet, turning the raging sea silver. His skin did not look wet. It looked illuminated, like light belonged to him rather than simply touching him.

Jungkook tried to push himself up weakly, but he fell back into the ground because of the exhaustion. He groaned in pain and looked up... the man was still standing there, unmoving.

“Who... are you?” he asked loudly in his raspy voice, his throat still burning from the salt water “Did you save me...?”

The man did not answer immediately. His expression was calm and distant. He looked like someone watching something inevitable unfold rather than reacting to it. As the lightning raged... Jungkook could see how unreal the man looked... his features were too sharp and too composed, his eyes were deep and striking, reminding Jungkook of the dragons he had seen illustrated in old books. There was something ancient in them, something that did not belong to any sailor he had ever known.

“Next time...” the man said finally, his voice was eerily calm... it was like the same kind of stillness Jungkook had felt beneath the water. It spread through his veins like warmth... and it seeped into his bones.

“...don’t doubt. Always remember... the Mother protects.”

Lightning flashed again, making Jungkook flinch, and when he opened his eyes... He was gone... just gone, as though he had dissolved into the rain and sea itself, as though he had never existed in the first place
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Jungkook never told anyone about that incident. Not even his grandmother. He told himself it had been shock, a hallucination born from fear and drowning... because how else could that man have known what he was thinking. He clung to that explanation, and repeated it to himself over and over until it almost began to sound believable.

Then it happened again when he was sixteen... And again after that.

Every time he was truly lost, every time the ocean turned from being home to something merciless, the same man appeared. He never explained anything, but he was always there when Jungkoook needed him most.

Jungkook eventually gave him a name, because it felt unbearable to think of him as a stranger.

Namjoon... that was what he called him

He didn’t know why that name felt right... but it fit. Namjoon was strong, steady, and beautiful, like a tree rooted deep against the wind. The man never corrected him and something about that acceptance felt strangely intimate for Jungkook.

Years passed, and Jungkook began to notice something that unsettled him the most.

Namjoon never changed throughout those years. His eyes remained just as sharp and knowing. His body stayed the same, steady and untouched by time. The dimples that appeared when he smiled never changed either. There were no scars, no lines... nothing that suggested the years had touched him at all... While Jungkook grew taller, stronger and as his features sharpened and boyhood faded... Namjoon remained exactly the same.

“You are a bad seaman..” Namjoon said once, dragging him back to shore after another storm.

Jungkook let out a weak breath, still catching up from the near drowning “But you keep saving me...”

Namjoon’s lips curved slightly “That doesn’t make you good at this..”

“You are not even real...” Jungkook whispered, sounding a little annoyed by his comment

Namjoon laughed, and Jungkook watched as everything around him seemed to shimmer with the movement, the water at his feet was rippling and spilling like scattered sparkles... as if it recognized Namjoon.

“Then stop looking for me...” he said as the laughter subsided.

Jungkook knew immediately that he couldn’t.

And somewhere along the way, he realized something else too... he couldn’t stay away from the ocean even if he wanted to. Not just because it was his home, but because it was the only place Namjoon existed. And the longing he felt for him... it wasn’t any different from what he felt for the ocean. It was the same pull, the same quiet, persistent ache. As if he knew the man deeply and instinctively... in a way he could never explain. Even though he still wasn’t sure if Namjoon was indeed someone the great mother sent to watch over him or just a fragment of his imagination.

So he worked harder... He learned everything faster. He taught himself to fight against his fear and forced his body to adapt, because if he wanted to remain a seaman... if he wanted his father to keep taking him out to sea then he had to become someone the Great Mother wouldn’t have to save every single time.

And by twenty-six, Jungkook had become one of the most reliable sailors in their fleet. He knew currents instinctively, he read shifts in the wind before older crew noticed them and he could navigate through darkness using nothing but stars and instinct. He became good... undeniably good at what he did. As years passed, he saw the lines of worry and doubt on his father’s face slowly changing to pride and happiness.

But somewhere beneath all that skill, something felt incomplete. He had spent years learning how to survive the ocean. And in doing so, he had lost something.

He didn’t need saving anymore. And because of that Namjoon stopped appearing...and everything he worked hard for felt useless suddenly

Years moved ahead without a single glimpse of him, and Jungkook began to convince himself that maybe it had all been nothing more than a story his mind had created to survive fear. A hallucination shaped from childhood tales and desperate moments. Maybe he had imagined him into existence because he needed something to believe in.

Maybe Namjoon had disappeared along with his boyhood and his dead grandmother and her stories... quietly and inevitably, taken somewhere he could not follow.

But some nights, Jungkook would still stand alone on the deck, long after the others had gone below. He would hold that old seashell tightly in his hand and stare out at the endless dark of the ocean. The sky above would stretch wide and heavy with stars, the water below reflecting them like a second universe. And in those moments, despite everything he told himself. He would still hope. That somewhere between the waves and the silence, he might see him again...

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Life went on. Years passed like the tide. Jungkook grew into the role he had always dreamed of, eventually taking over his father’s place on the ship. For a while, everything felt right, like he had settled into the life he was meant to live. Until his father got sick.

The illness was slow and cruel. It took everything from the elder Jeon piece by piece despite their desperate attempts to treat him. First, his speech began to falter, then came the loss of recognition.... There were days he looked at Jungkook like he was a stranger. Eventually, even his movements weakened.... and he became bedridden. Jungkook watched the strongest man he knew shrink into someone lost and confused... becoming a ghost of the person he once had been. The helplessness of it hollowed him out from the inside.

He started drinking to sleep, drinking to forget and to silence the fear that settled heavily in his chest. His father was the only one left in his life now. Somewhere along the way, Jungkook had never built a life beyond this... he never made a family of his own. Maybe he never felt the need for one. Maybe the ocean had always felt enough.

But now... he didn’t know what would be left when his father was gone.

But death was inevitable... And it came for his father soon enough. And everything inside Jungkook went blank that day.

He realised he was truly alone in this world now. His mother had been gone long before he could even remember her face. His grandmother followed. And now his father too. The house felt unbearably empty... the silence began suffocating him gradually. But he felt trapped inside its confines. He refused to go outside, and refused to speak to anyone... It was as if he wanted to disappear from the eyes of the world. And none of his friends or the older crew who had watched him grow up on that ship knew how to help him... or how to bring him back from that silence.

Days later, one night, he found himself standing on the same rocks where he had once sat beside his grandmother while hearing her stories. It was the first time he had stepped outside in a while. He stood there quietly, watching the sea stretch endlessly before him.... and for a brief moment, it felt like nothing in the world had changed at all.

The waves moved the same. The wind felt the same... Only he was different. And his grandmother’s words echoed faintly in his mind suddenly..

“The Mother will send someone to watch over you”

His chest tightened suddenly. He knew he couldn’t keep living like this... feeling numb inside.

Without thinking too much, without giving himself time to reconsider, Jungkook turned away from the rocks and made his way down to the shore. He took one of the smaller boats and set sail alone, telling no one

He didn’t know where he was going. He only knew that he was going where he was meant to. Somewhere deep within him, he still believed that the ocean held answers... and that it protected its children, even when they were too lost to understand anything.

So he let the wind decide, letting the sails catch whatever direction they wished, and drifted forward into the open waters aimlessly.

The night ocean was both beautiful and haunting. It wasn’t new to him; he had spent most of his life on these waters but being alone like this changed everything. He watched the water reflecting the stars so perfectly it felt like he was drifting through the sky instead of the sea. The small sailing boat moved gently beneath him, creaking softly with each shift of wind, its single mast cutting through the vast darkness above. Beneath him he could see the faint shadows of sea creatures moving, some glowing softly in the depths like scattered constellations.

All of this should have felt familiar... but instead, it overwhelmed Jungkook. His eyes began stinging and he looked around him and realized the horizon had disappeared completely. There was no line separating sky from sea anymore. There was only endless darkness before him and it felt like he had drifted beyond the world he knew.

And he realised there was no going back now. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t know how. His eyes began burning more and then they blurred... tears began streaming down his cheeks.

“Namjoon!” Jungkook whispered first and then shouted loudly into the wind, his voice cracking as it carried across the empty sea. “Where are you?! Come back....”

The sound of his own voice felt too small, swallowed almost instantly by the vastness around him. But he called again and again. His throat burned as desperation bled into every word. “Please... I need you.” He begged, his voice was breaking apart with each attempt.

But no one came. He cursed the ocean, cursed the silence, and whatever had once made him believe he was never alone. At some point, it turned into hollow, humourless laughter as the weight of it all became too much.

He knew he must look ridiculous. A grown man, alone in the middle of nowhere, shouting into something he had probably made up in his own head.

And yet... despite everything, he still held onto that fragile, stubborn hope that Namjoon was real.

But nothing answered him. Not even after calling out for what felt like hours. At some point, he couldn’t even cry anymore. It felt like his body had simply stopped allowing it to feel anything... it was like it had nothing left to give.

Exhaustion eventually dragged him down onto the deck. The wood was cold beneath him, the slow rocking of the small boat was the only thing keeping him close to reality as he lay there, staring up at the moon and the scattered stars above.

“Namjoon...” he whispered hoarsely. “Please... I have no one left... please...” His eyes closed as his chest ached.

When he opened his eyes again, he froze. He saw light spreading around the boat. And it was coming from the water. For a moment, he thought his mind was finally giving in... that exhaustion and dehydration was driving him crazy. But despite blinking many times to clear his vision, the light didn’t fade. Instead it was growing and deepening around the boat.

Jungkook forced himself up slowly, his legs felt like jelly, so he gripped the railing to keep himself steady. His eyes widened as he stared down at the water, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The ocean was glowing. Not just reflecting the stars and moon... it was glowing from within, like it held something beneath its surface. All these years in the ocean and he had never seen something like this happen ever. Before his mind could comprehend it, he saw the water rise.

It wasn’t violent like the waves... it did not crash onto the boat... It moved differently... lifting along the sides of the boat like it was trying to reach him... surrounding him without touching. Jungkook stood there, his breath caught in his throat, unable to move or look away... caught somewhere between fear and something that felt dangerously close to awe

And then from that light and water.... a familiar figure began to form. It rose from the ocean as though the water itself was shaping him into existence. Namjoon stepped onto the deck without disturbing a single drop of water, completely dry, completely untouched by time... just like always. His skin held that same faint glow Jungkook remembered, like moonlight had been woven into him and like he carried the ocean within him.

It struck Jungkook then that he had never seen from where Namjoon came from. He only remembered the brief moments they shared on the shore. For a moment, Jungkook didn’t know what to feel. The emotions were getting to him in the worst way possible.

He wanted to cry and laugh. He didn’t even know if this was real or if he was hallucinating again. But his chest felt warm again. That emptiness, that hollow ache that had been growing inside him seemed to die down slowly. It felt like he was seeing someone he had known long before he ever understood anything else.

“You took too long...” he said, his voice broke as his body gave in and he dropped to his knees. Relief and grief crashed into him. He was on the verge of breaking down again because of how overwhelming everything felt suddenly. “You left me... you left me alone...”

The words dissolved into something quieter and more fragile, as he broke down completely.

Namjoon crouched in front of him, and Jungkook looked up at him through blurred vision. His expression was softer than he had ever seen it... less distant and untouchable, as though something in him had shifted too.

“I didn’t..” he said quietly. “You stopped calling for me... you became a good sailor after all.”

Jungkook shook his head weakly, tears spilling freely now, his breath uneven. “But I have nothing left..” he said, his voice barely holding together. “Everyone left me... I’m all alone now... what am I supposed to do now...?”

Namjoon didn’t hesitate. He reached up and cupped Jungkook’s face with both hands, his touch was so warm it almost didn’t make sense. It grounded him instantly, pulled him out of the spiral he had been falling into.

“You have me” he said.

Jungkook let out a quiet, broken laugh, shaking his head slightly, as if even now he couldn’t fully believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling.

“You’re not even real..”

Namjoon smiled and leaned forward then, closing the small distance between them, pressing their foreheads together. The moment their skin touched, Jungkook felt something surge through his body. It was as if the ocean itself had slipped inside him. It felt cold at first, then it slowly transformed into a warmth that settled into his chest.

For a second, he couldn’t breathe... because something inside him was changing. The ache that carried him to the middle of the ocean began to loosen... and he felt it everywhere... in his veins. In his lungs... his heartbeat steadied and it was as if the emptiness inside him was being filled slowly.

“I am to you...” Namjoon murmured, his voice was low and calm, like the tide itself.

The ocean around the boat began to glow brighter, the light spreading wider and deeper. The water began to rise again along the edges of the boat.. It shimmered with soft blue light, like stars had fallen intio the water and decided to stay

Jungkook swallowed hard as he managed to stand on his feet again. His heart was beating fast, but not from fear alone... something else was shifting inside him too

“What… is this?” he asked, looking at Namjoon

“A call home..” Namjoon whispered. “The Mother is calling you. It’s time. You’re ready...”

The words should have confused him more. They should have scared him. But they didn’t. Instead, they settled somewhere deep in his chest. For a brief second, he could hear his grandmother’s voice again as if she was right beside him, her hand resting lightly on his head.

The Mother will call for you… if you are the chosen.

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat

Chosen

He didn’t understand it. He didn’t know if this was real or just something his mind had created out of grief and loneliness. But it felt real.... Namjoon’s voice, the warmth in his chest, the way the ocean moved around him... it all felt like something he had always known.

But he shook his head slightly, almost in disbelief. There was nothing special about him. He had lost everything. He had nothing left. Even if this was real... why him?.. He couldn’t understand. And who was Namjoon? Was he the guardian spirit his grandmother always talked about... he was confused

And yet… he couldn’t ignore that pull he felt... It had always been there since he was a child. The way the ocean called to him and the way it never felt distant... it had always been there.

His eyes slowly lifted to Namjoon. Namjoon was already looking at him. His dimples appeared as he smiled softly, like he could see every thought running through Jungkook’s mind and wasn’t surprised by any of it

But that smile did something to Jungkook... he felt something change inside him then. Maybe he didn’t need to understand everything... he thought. Maybe he just needed to accept it... accept whatever felt right in that moment

“Me…?” he asked.

Namjoon didn’t answer with words. He simply extended his hands towards Jungkook. The light around him shifted and spilled as he moved.

Jungkook stared at those offered hands for a long moment. His chest tightened painfully... but it was not from fear... but from the knowing that if he took them, everything would change. That there would be no going back.

For a brief second, he thought about it... staying, and choosing what was familiar, even if it meant being alone. But that thought didn’t stay long. A shaky breath left him. Then he stepped forward and placed his hands into Namjoon’s.

For a moment, he stilled, his eyes fixed on where their hands met. The edges of his skin seemed to blur slightly, like water touching water, like something melting and forming at the same time. It didn’t hurt... instead it felt right. He wasn’t sure what he agreed to... but he knew this was his calling.

Namjoon’s grip tightened gently around his hands.

And then... the ocean rose to meet them... Namjoon guided him slowly and they stepped forward together.. into the water.

The water closed around Jungkook, but instead of the sharp, freezing cold he had always known, warmth wrapped around him. It held him, supported him... supporting him like a cradle. It wasn’t pulling him down as usual... but it was welcoming him in.

He sank beneath the surface... but the usual panic never came. Because he could breathe. His eyes widened slightly as he realized it and a disbelieving breath left him as water filled the space around him... but not inside him. His chest rose and fell in a mixture of shock and relief.

Namjoon’s hand never left his.... he held him tightly as the water enveloped and sealed them into the endless, living ocean.

And Jungkook knew he was home.

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The boat drifted back to shore days later. It was found near the rocks at dawn, as if it had simply returned from another ordinary trip. But Jungkook was nowhere to be found.

The sea had taken him, they said. Grief had swallowed the man whole and he had walked willingly into her arms... he ended his own life. Others simply shook their heads and spoke no more of it.

Time, as it always does, moved on. The village forgot his name. His name faded from conversations, from memory, from the daily rhythm of the village. New sailors took his place. New stories replaced old ones. Children grew up never knowing there had once been a quiet young man who stared at the horizon as if it were calling his blood.

And yet... some stories refused to disappear completely.

Even now, old sailors speak of storms that should have swallowed entire ships, but didn’t. Of nights where the sea turned violent, waves rising high enough to break masts and drag men into the depths... yet somehow, against all odds, the ships made it through.

And in those storms, they said, if you looked closely... you might see them. Two figures standing motionless, hand in hand.. watching over the fragile wooden hulls fighting for life. Glowing faintly like blue silver moonlight on deep water...

The oldest fishermen never dismissed this as mere tales or illusions. They would bow their heads quietly when storms passed and their boats returned safely. They would whisper soft prayers under their breath.

“To the Mother, and to her chosen child who returned to her...”

They believed the ocean never forgets her own. She takes what is offered... but she also keeps what is loved. And sometimes, on the wildest nights, she sends her children back to stand guard between the living and the deep... the ones she chose... the ones who, when called...chose to return to her.

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