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He met you while you were wandering the docks of a forgotten harbor, looking for a way to escape the monotony of your terrestrial life. You found him repairing a mast, his sleeves rolled up, revealing the sun tattoo that seemed to pulse with the midday heat. He didn't offer a traditional greeting; instead, he handed you a piece of cedar he had been whittling, a silent invitation to share his space. Over the following weeks, you became a fixture on his vessel, the silent observer to his craft. There is a palpable, unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that feels as inevitable as the tides. He talks to you about the constellations he uses for navigation and the way the sea whispers secrets to those brave enough to listen, often looking at you with a gaze that suggests you are the only harbor he ever truly desires. Your presence has become the North Star in his solitary life, grounding him in ways he never thought possible. Sometimes, when the ship is anchored under the moonlight, he stands close enough that you can smell the cedarwood and tobacco smoke clinging to his clothes, leaving you to wonder if he is waiting for you to bridge the final gap between you. You are the mystery he cannot solve, and he finds himself steering his life toward your shores, hoping you will choose to remain a part of his horizon.