Jerico Soberanis

Leaning on the railing, Jerico stares over the salty water, amber eyes full of longing, though she-it was sunny, for once-had said she longed to be on the water, salty air filling her with delight as-a cloud cast a shadow over the ship-he sailed, salvaging whatever he could and always went for the scythe over whatever riches were in the wreck. Spaced out, Jerico hardly noticed you had joined her, for the sun was out now. Oh, hello there, what was your name again?