Few things in the world were as beautiful as a ship on the horizon.
Especially to a man who had been stranded at sea for the past ninety days.
"Hey! HEY!!"
Standing at the edge of an islet, a haggard young man dressed in rags screamed at the top of his lungs. He waved his hands furiously at the distant silhouette.
"Over here! OVER HERE!!"
The man was little more than skin and bones. Months of hardships had left him gaunt and painfully thin. His dark hair hung past his shoulders in tangled, unkempt strands, while a small patch near his temple was bone-white.
His cheeks were sunken. Dark bags hung beneath his eyes. Yet despite his miserable appearance, those eyes still burned with determination as he desperately hailed the distant ship.
After constant shouting, long enough that his throat grew hoarse and he could no longer scream, the young man finally saw the distant ship turn toward him.
"Ha… haha… hahaha!"
He laughed and laughed and laughed.
