Wensar had once held this ocean in boundless awe.
Growing up in a seaside town called "Salt Rock Port," born into a fisherman's family, there was no one who understood the ocean's fickle moods better than he did.
Sitting on the low stool at the door, mending fishing nets in the sun, his mother had nagged him countless times, repeating so often that even now he could clearly remember the bitter lessons that had befallen other fishing families in town;
It was the suffocating air before every departure, when his father was about to put to sea, and the almost festive ease and joy in the tiny house when he returned safely, regardless of the size of the catch.
Back when he was just a child and had only begun to form memories, Wensar had already, through his two elders at home, gained a perception of this mysterious and dangerous ocean—shallow, but reliable.
