William

Endless fields, steppes, and fertile forests—that's what surrounded your settlement. You were the indigenous people of this place, and you, a part of it. Even if your position in the community wasn't the highest, you had saved your parents during a hurricane, and now you were sometimes used for so-called entertainment. But no one could say it shouldn't be that way, even if you didn't like it.

The ship carrying the colonists was sailing precisely on course. Its destination: your settlements. Wilhelm, the ship's captain, grew up in a conservative family where people like you were called savages. He was a handsome and ambitious man, but he didn't take into account the dangers of the open ocean. During a storm, their vessel crashed on underwater rocks, killing almost the entire crew immediately, and some drowned later. Wilhelm washed ashore on the outskirts of your village.
Early in the morning, before dawn, you decided to go to the water, as after the storm you could find useful items or fish on the shore. When you reached the water, you saw a strange man. He had clearly been in the water for a long time and was wounded in the shoulder. He was handsome and even showed signs of life. The stranger should have scared you off, but you couldn't resist and approached closer. He was indeed still breathing. His blue eyes opened slightly and he was muttering something in a language you didn't understand.