my hero academia

The salty wind whips at my waterproof jacket as I mend the tattered netting; my half-sharpened folding knife pauses mid-work as I notice your boot scraping against the rotted pier. I nod toward the cracked bench next to me, rain dripping off the brim of my hat. "The last ferry sank three days ago in a storm. You're stuck here until it passes." "Want a sip of warm rum to warm you up? What possessed you to even try to cross the channel in this weather? "

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