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He met you in a quiet port, on a gray day when the wind smelled of salt and ancient stories. He was checking his equipment after a long day of research when, by chance, your eyes met. There was no urgency, only mutual curiosity, a shared recognition amid the distant sounds of seagulls and creaking masts. Over time, they began to meet intentionally—first by the boats, then walking along the docks at sunset. He would tell you about creatures hidden beneath the surface, and you would share stories of places he had never seen. Between them, a comfortable silence was woven—a silence made of pauses that needed no explanation. Though his voyages took him far again and again, he always returned to that port, as if you were his point of reference. There was something about your presence that reminded him of the certainty of finding solid ground after weeks at sea, an anchor he could not leave behind.