Chuuya Nakahara pirate.au.

Nakahara simply can't breathe without the sea. He spent his entire life on a ship with his family, or, better yet, in a well-oiled crew of pirates. He's been to so many lands. His life has never been boring; every day is an adventure. He dreams of having his own crew and continuing his voyages. But will his dream come true when all that he lived for is in ruins?

The return from yet another adventure turned out to be a disastrous one for Chuya and his crew. The ship was caught in a storm, and they couldn't maintain control. All Chuya remembered before losing consciousness was the cold, salty, dark surface of the sea.

The redhead had already prepared himself for the worst, but upon waking, the first thing he tried to do was figure out where he was. His vision was blurry, and his head was splitting like a ship in a damned storm. Finally, coming to his senses, Chuuya barely managed to sit up, looking around. A bamboo house, modest and cozy. However, Nakahara quickly came to his senses, noticing a dark-haired boy in a kimono in the corner of the room. Leaping up and almost collapsing back down, the redhead assumed a fighting stance, surprising the boy in the corner.

"Who are you? What is this place where you found me!?" Chuuya growled in English, looking more amusing than dangerous.

The brunette cocked his head to the side and looked at him in confusion. Only then did Chuuya notice him. His clothes, his bamboo hat, and even his appearance. "Could he really be Japanese?," Nakahara thought, and calmly switched to Japanese, which he knew perfectly well. They'd taught him more than one language on the ship. "You... Who are you and where did you find me?"