There is absolutely no way for me to know how long time had passed, my mind literally turned off for the moment, sleeping so deep in a dreamless rest feels so peaceful. These moments of tranquillity I am enjoying soon to be disturbed by a falling feeling. My body suddenly feels heavy, as if I were thrown from heights so high onto the ground. But I never been able to enjoy the drop nor the fall, I just felt the spontaneous jolt which wakes my corporeal body.

“Agh!”

I wake up in the same room where I remember had a clash with seven people. Despite still have to adjust my breath, this time I woke up peacefully, no sudden need to contemplate in my surroundings nor the need to protect myself. This kind of serenity gives me the chance to understand the situation.

I realise that I am resting in a infirmary of a small ship. Unlike the last time, I slowly get off from the bed and slowly trace my way towards the doorway which covered by a cloth. From there I can see small corridors which only leads to two way, and this infirmary I am in is right in the end of the corridor.

I lay my left hand on the left side of the wall to prevent the dizziness from this ship's wobbling. The corridor's wall is made from brushed fiberglass while the floor is made from metal. My bare feet feels cold from touching with the metal surface, actually my left hand too, just not as cold as my feet.

As I walk, my sight gets disrupted by glitching ghostly yellow figures wearing lab coats. Their presence also produces some kind of ambient noise, like the sound of chattering crowd. Not too long after their appearance, I can feel a damp sensation on my upper lip. I raise my right hand and rubs on my moustache area, indeed there is something liquid dripping from my nostrils. I lower my eyes to see that my fingers are drenched in blood. Despite still worrying my own condition, after I put my hand down, the sight and sound of ghostly yellow figures have disappeared.

In the end of the corridor, shines a square light brightly. I raise my right hand to cover my eyes as I approach the light, the flashing light behind the end of the corridor is enough to blind me. I ascend the small set of stairs which leads to the upper deck. Upon reaching the deck, my eyes slowly adjusting to the blinding sunshine, and I could have sworn that this is the first sunshine and blue skies I've seen in forever. As my eyes gradually adapting, I begin to understand that this ship is a fishing vessel.

On the upper deck, I notice four people are lounging around. The first one is sitting on the port side of the deck, he is the sturdy looking man I knocked out back in the infirmary. The second one is looking at the seas from the port side, slightly farther than the first man, he is slightly smaller than the first one, his distinctive feature is the black cap with red front brim he is wearing. The next one is standing near the starboard, talking with the fourth, the third one is wearing short pants and the last one is wearing white stripped orange shirt. The one wearing cap and the one wearing short pants have noticed my presence, they alert the other two and then the one in short pants proceed to enter a door on the deck, right to the doorway to the lower deck.

“You okay?”

The one I knocked out back then approached me, offering me a handshake. I look at his hand hesitantly and reluctantly respond his gesture. Unlike last time, he's turned out to be friendly enough, might be my fault though.

“I'm Mory, you should talk to the doctor.”

“Doctor?”

My first thought is the name "Einhorn," but I know it wouldn't be this easy. Plus I know that whatever happened to me must have separated me and Einhorn.

“Yeah, Tim is calling him,” he avert from my eyes and points at the door where the one wearing short pants entered earlier. “Ah, there they are.”

As he finished speaking, he immediately returns to the place where he was sitting. From behind that door, two figures appeared. The first one is the one wearing short pants. And the second one is, if I recall correctly, is the last figure that I saw before I lost my consciousness the last time I was awake.

“Doctor?”

“Yes, my name is Jordan. Are you feeling well enough?”

His confirmation of his identity make me disappointed, I was slightly hoping that the doctor they are calling is Einhorn. Even when he exited that door, I have begun to accept the fact that his appearance and voice is completely different from the black silhouette I met when I was unconscious.

“Yes, do you know what happened to me?”

“Frankly, I'm not so sure.”

[Great, just someone who doesn't know anything.]

“I was hoping you could tell me, we should talk in the infirmary.”

He points his right palm back towards the lower deck corridors; the place I was coming from. He walks before me and leads the way back to the infirmary.

“So, what happened to me?” I ask.

“Like I said, I'm not sure,” he answers. “What was the last thing you remember?”

“...I was floating on the ocean, at night...”

“I mean about you.”

“...”

Again, I try to remember anything I can about myself. But my mind hide my memory too well, I can't remember anything at all, not even glimpses. As if I was born yesterday.

“I'm sorry, I can't.”

“I see...” he comments briefly, a hint of disappointment can be heard in his voice.

After our small chitchat, we have reached the infirmary. Jordan wave the cloth covering the doorway and enter the room, soon I follow him inside and stop, awaiting his side of the story.

“Wait, how long was I passed out?”

“About fourteen hours, before that you were passed out for five hours.”

“Before I woke up and clashed with your crew?”

“Haha, yeah,” he laughed sincerely. “You know, Mory is the strongest in this ship, and you win against him.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, even you managed to escape from four men restraint.”

“...” in retrospect, I highly doubt it. “I don't know how I did that, I'm not even sure if I can move that chair.”

“Probably you had adrenaline surge, or something like that.”

That might be the cause, I know I was ferocious that time.

“When we found you, you were wearing this.”

Jordan takes the jacket hanging on the wall next to the mirror and gives it to me. The jacket is very thick, decorated with fur on its collar. Just like what they wear in winter. I immediately search its four pockets for any clue, first the right and left hip pockets, then the right and left chest pockets, but nothing. The only thing that caught my attention is a name tag above the left chest pocket.

[Theodore Quentin.]

“Is that your name?”

Jordan notices that I'm focusing on the name tag, my brain drives to aggressive scan trying to remember this name. I push myself trying to remember, so forceful my head began to hurt. I press my right hand against my left eye to suppress the pain, but despite my effort, the pain, and as always, I can't remember anything.

“I... can't remember...”

“It's okay, you don't have to force yourself.”

Jordan takes the jacket away from me and helps me to sit on the bed, maybe in case if I collapse suddenly. Despite I don't like it being treated like this, I can't help to accept his gesture.

“What is happening with me? Why can't I remember anything?”

“...”

Jordan stares at me, his eyes are filled with curiousity, I can tell that he is also asking the same questions.

“My guess is, you are suffering severe amnesia, your long term memory has been afflicted, I don't know the details since I am not a neurologist.”

“Ugh...”

I press my right hand against my left eye harder to suppress the sudden sharp pain inside my head, this feeling comes with sudden presence of glitching ghostly figures, but instead the earlier one, this time the figures are colourful ghosts of children. Running and playing all over the room whilst laughing playfully.

“What's wrong?”

Jordan exclaims as I suddenly removed my right hand from his shoulder and pressed it to my face. He uses both of his hands to hold my shoulders and lead me towards the bed.

“Are you seeing that?” I ask him whilst pointing towards the ghostly figures children inside this room.

“Seeing what?”

It would seem that he could not see them, those ghostly figures are only visible to me.

“Never mind.”

Those figures gradually disappearing one by one, by each one of them disappearing, the sharp pain in my head also feeling better and slowly fades away.

“If I don't have anything that could reveal my identity, then I don't mind being called Theodore Quentin.”

“...”

He goes silent for a moment, staring at me intently. This time I can feel that his eyes are judging me.

“I've checked your name last night, you're being searched after your aircraft fell.”

“Aircraft?”

“It would seem that you were escorting for some kind of private corporation, some accident happened, you might have hurt and got amnesia.”

“I see,” I remarked. “Where was I going?”

“India.”

“Then there is where I should go.”

“In two days, we are returning to Mombasa. They have arranged a rescue party to pick you up on the pier.”

“Thanks.”

“It's okay.”

“Is there something I can help you?”

I'm glad at least I can hear some good news, without Jordan and his crew, I'd probably dead on the sea. I don't know how I can express my gratitude, this is the least I can do for him.

“No, it's okay.”

“I insist.”

Really, I have this feeling of responsibility to satisfy. I take the liberty to walk off the infirmary towards the deck, looking for something I can do. Also since my last headache, I am pretty sure of my condition. The only dizziness I can feel right now is from the constant wobbling of this ship.

“You should rest, I haven't checked your condition thoroughly.”

“Don't worry about it, I'm fine now. Plus you've seen what I'm capable right? I did beat your friend.”

As I hastily walk through the corridor, again the sunlight blinds my sight. I want to do something because I'd like to see the open skies which I'm unable to do from that windowless infirmary.

When I reach the deck, one of the ship's crew had left, leaving only three men on deck, the sturdy looking man with tight shirt, the man wearing short pants, and the man wearing white stripped orange shirt.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I'm a lot better now.”

The one wearing short pants notices our presence, he approaches us who from his side would have seen having a cooling argument.

“Jordan, what's up?”

“Oh, Tim. You haven't properly meet, right?”

“No?”

“All right, Theodore, this is Tim. Tim, he is Theodore.”

Jordan introduces me with him, I think I remember him back when I was rampaging in the infirmary.

“Hi, sorry about then.”

“It's okay. You know, you seem to be stronger than Mory if you were able to fight a four men restraint.”

Jordan shakes his head a little, asking Tim to have a private conversation with him. I understand and I step a few steps back, letting them having some privacy.

From this distance, I see that Jordan is trying to explain something whilst whispering, and Tim seems to be disagreeing with him whilst also whispering, seeing them having disagreement, making me wishing that they are not talking about me.

Finally they seem to be agreeing in something. After they finished talking, Jordan approach me again while Tim returns to his friends and talk about something.

“Sorry, we had to sort something.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not you...” Jordan pauses for a moment. “I think you've already know, this ship is a fishing ship.”

“So I see...”

“We lost someone in the last storm, even with eight people on board, we barely survived that storm.”

As Jordan speaks, Tim gathers the other ship's crew around me, including a man wearing blue shirt under white unbuttoned white shirt who just exited a room in the right side of the deck.

“According to today's broadcast, there is a storm we have to pass if we want to reach Mombasa.”

“Yeah, we'd need more hands on deck too.”

The man in unbuttoned shirt joins the conversation, despite not facing me directly, but instead he stares into the far horizon, where grey clouds have seems gathering.

“We'll need your help to get through that storm,” he continues, while averting from his glance towards me.

“I will help.”

“We'll need to reach the storm before night, before the tide pushes us away from land.”

“By the way, you haven't known every one of us, right?” Jordan cuts in again. “We haven't properly introduced each other.”

The man wearing unbuttoned shirt raises his right hand, offering me a handshake. His figure is and mine is only slightly different, he's only one span of hand taller than me. He hovers his right hand one step away in front of my stomach, with a little doubt, I answer his hanging hand and he firmly grasp on my right hand.

“I'm Dasan, captain of this ship.”

“Theodore Quentin...”

Before I even release my hand, other's hand has been waiting for me. Immediately I move my hand to the other's. First one I shake is the hand of the man wearing short pants.

“Tim.”

Under two seconds, he let my hand go, it's a definite hint that I need to move towards the other's. Next one I shake is the hand of the sturdy looking man in tight brown shirt.

“Mory.”

His grip is so tight, I can’t help but to let go first. I can see satisfaction in his face, must be because he had his payback when I knocked him out back then. The next one I shake is the man wearing white stripped orange shirt. Among all the people here, I believe he has the friendliest face.

“Alvi.”

This one's grip is the weakest so far, despite his limp fish grip, also he doesn't let my hand go until I release my hand. And the last one, is the youngest. When my right hand is hovering in front of him, he offers me a high five instead. His right palm remains hanging a few spans of hands in front of my face. Despite a bit awkward, answer his gesture ineptly.

“Peppy!”

Well, that's all of them. I look at every one of them without saying anything, blending in a warm environment like this somewhat make me uneasy.

“Actually, there were an eighth crew. But unfortunately he passed away in the last storm.”

Jordan points to the lower deck, there must be a room where they keep the eighth crew. I try to look in the direction he pointed, and judging from that, I believe the eighth crew must be kept in the room beside the infirmary.

“His name was Ben,” Dasan, the captain, adds. “We have four hours before the sun sets and the tide rises. We have to reach the storm in that time so we can ride the waves.”

“I agree with Dasan,” Tim says, concurring to what Dasan said.

I can see the reason. During midday to midnight, the ocean waves always flow from the sea to the coast. Which make us easier if we want to reach the land in a storm. Once we enter the storm, we will only have to balance ourselves against the waves.

“Yeah, we don't have time. The fishes in our cargo won't last another day,” Peppy adds, while pointing towards a square hole in the bow side of the deck.

Murmuring of agreement suddenly uproars among all the crews, they have the same opinion, but all of them have the same expression; anxiety and hesitation. From their mien of faces, it's obviously legible that they are afraid to be ended like their recently deceased friend, while in the other side, they have to get over that trauma if they want to survive.

“Excuse me...” I intercepted, also I raise my left hand to attract their attention. I wait until every one of them stops muttering before I start to express my thought. “I think all of you are afraid, after what happened with your friend.”

“...”

“I'm not your friend, but I'll try to do as much as him or even more.”

The vacant look on their faces tells me that I was right, I am literally nobody for them, but they have saved me. Now it's my turn to repay their deed.

“But with that kind of attitude, we are not going to get through that storm. We need to be sure and brave, I'll try my best, and I need you too.”

“Nicely said,’ Dasan comments on my brief speech. “He's right, we can't keep brood in sorrow for Ben, we keep calling it sympathy. But ultimately, it's just fear for ending in the same way.”

As Dasan speaking, I can see their vacant faces has begun to rise and filled with determination.

“Thanks, we needed to hear that,” Jordan adds, commenting on my speech and smiles in the end before entering the door in the right side of the deck.

Mory, Alvi, Peppy, and Tim patted my shoulder before they scatter to their own station. Alvi and Peppy enters the lower deck, while Mory and Tim stands on the starboard and port side of the deck. This leaves me with Dasan.

“Ben used to work on the sails with Mory and Tim, they could use your help.”

“I will help them.”

Dasan and I part ways, I head for Tim in the starboard of the deck while Dasan head to the door in the same side, where Jordan entered earlier.

“Hi,” I greet Tim whose eyes are fixed on the brewing storm in the horizon.

“...”

He only took a quick glance at me before averting his eyes back onto the horizon. It would seem that he is still preparing himself before entering the storm.

“Dasan told me to help you, is there something I can do?”

“You know how to tie knots?”

“I... do.”

[Wait, something is wrong. How do I know how to do that? I can even remember what happened to me two days ago, yet I know how to tie a knot?]

“Then you should be fine.”

After a few moments, the ship begins to move forward. Gushing breezes with splashes of salty water touch my face as the ship moving. As we get closer with the storm, the skies are getting darker and the cat's skin breeze turns into a gale.

“Everyone's in position?!” Dasan shouts from the bridge on the second story of the deck, along with Jordan in the same room.

“Get the line, now!” Tim shouts at me as he sees Mory has begun climbing the mast.

I hastily grab two rolls of rope which lies under the mast and throw one at Tim, after receiving the rope, Tim throws something at me which I awkwardly caught with both of my hands. I look to my hands and see a pocket knife in them. Well, if I were to work with ropes, it's just essential to hang on a knife.

“When Mory cut the sail, immediately roll it!”

I nod at Tim's instruction then shift my eyes towards the top of the mast and put my pocket knife to my right back pants pocket as I wait for Mory to finish cutting the sail. As I look at him, drops of water have begun to falling from the dark skies onto my face.

“Two storms in one week...” Tim scoffs and comments sarcastically to me, which I reply with an awkward smile.

“Done!”

Mory yells from the top of the mast, dropping a layer of thick fabric to us. Without hesitation, Tim grabs it before it even touched the deck and rolls one side of it.

“What are you waiting for?! Get on to it!”

Tim shouts at me for being slow, the roll of sail is leaning to his side. Knowing that he is waiting for me to react, I abruptly join him rolling the other side of the sail. Soon as the roll is square, Tim continues his rolling in a pace I almost unable to catch.

It didn't take much time to roll the seven meters tall sail with that speed. Tim climbs onto the guard rail to lift the roll of sail and tie it onto the boom. He points his finger towards the mast, hinting that I should climb onto the mast and do the same.

Meanwhile Mory has climbed down and ready to help us, I'm the only one between them who stalls since I don't know what I should do.

“Get up there and tie the sail!”

Mory instruct me to climb onto the boom, I obey his order without saying anything. He grabs the sail roll as I climb and as Tim waiting on the other end of the branch.

Mory lifts the sail to my side first, he holds it on its place while waiting for me to tie the sail onto the boom. The rain which showers us has now turned into downpour, the raindrops has made our clothes from damp to wet in minutes. Mory keep raking his hair backward every time his hair fall down his face because of the water. Fortunately my hair is short, so Mory's problem is not my problem.

I wrapped the sail at least ten times before I secure it with a knot and test that it is fixed in its place. I give a signal to Mory that I'm done here so he lifts the other sail's end. It's true though, Mory is stronger than me. I tried to lift the sail earlier and I couldn't do it, and to see Mory able to do it alone proves it.

“Tim! You need help?!” I shout at Tim who noticeably having a hard time tying the sail.

“No, stay there!”

The strong wind around us pushes Tim around, he is having a difficulties between hanging on, keeping his balance, and tying the sail. Despite his conditions, he rejected my offer for help. Knowing that Tim needs me where I am, Mory proceeds to help him instead while I continue securing the sail.

“Ugh!”

“What happened?!”

I heard a groaning noise from the other end of the boom, there I found Tim is sucking the valley between the index and thumb finger of his left hand. I take it he accidentally cut his hand as he about to close the tie.

“You okay?!” Mory asks.

“I dropped my knife!”

I was right, he accidentally cut his hand and dropped his knife off the ship, I can see that he hasn't finished securing the sail yet. I hasten my pace to finish this tie so I can help Tim and Mory.

“Wait! I'll be there!” I shout at Tim and Mory who doesn't have any difficulties hanging on, but from the looks on their faces, I know they want me to hurry. “Done!”

I jump off from the mast onto the deck and run towards Tim and Mory. But when I land, the ship is crashing against a big wave. The turbulence is enough to throw me, Tim, and Mory off balance. As I raise myself up, I can see that Mory is helping Tim to stand up.

I hold the knife's edge and point the handle to Tim. He shakes his head after seeing me handing him the knife, hinting that he is not in condition. I can see blood is dripping from his lips, despite he desperately sucking the blood, enough to say that his wound is deep enough.

“I'll check the engine room, I think I can help there!” Tim says still biting his left hand as he keep his balance from toppling while he walk himself towards the lower deck. “I'll ask Alvi or Peppy to help you here!”

“No, just help them down there!”

The only option is me to finish his work. I've seen Alvi and Peppy, they are not suitable for deck works, that is why I refuse Tim's offer whilst still focusing myself to tie the knots.

“Yeah, you just help them!” Mory adds, agreeing with me.

Also it was unnecessary, soon as Tim entered the lower deck, I finished tying the knots. I shake the sail a few times to make sure that it is firmly secured.

“Done?!” Mory asks.

“Yeah!”

“We're done here! Let’s wait in the bridge!” he continues, expressing his thought which I am not differing with.

After I put the knife to my pants’ back pocket, I look at the skies for a moment, I vaguely remember this scene. The grey and black chiaroscuro I ponder under when I was having a difficult times telling what is real and what is not. This time I know exactly that this is real.

“What are you doing?!”

Mory shouts from the door leading towards the bridge, his shout is indistinct as it's trying to fight against the storm's song. But his vague voice is enough to attract my attention.

“I'm coming—”

“Help!”

Suddenly a startling scream can be heard approaching from the lower deck, it's not Tim's voice, but I'm sure that it was Peppy's panicking voice.

“What happened?!” I asked him who is rushing out from the lower deck.

“The engine! It's overheating!”

“What?!”

“The engine's overheating!”

“What do you need me to do?!”

“We need to cool it off, I'll try with pouring water on it!”

“Okay, then. I'll tell Dasan the situation!”

Peppy and I disperse without saying anything, I soon head to the door in the right side of the deck.

“Dasan! The engine is overheating!” I scream through the door without entering the room, I know my voice is loud enough for them to hear.

“Dammit! Turn it off then!”

That should goes without saying, I slammed the door and run towards the engine room in the lower decks. But before I can enter, I stop just right before Alvi about to clash with me, in his hands is four buckets.

“There you are! Can you fill these buckets?!” He asks me.

“Right, and Dasan want you to turn the engine off!”

“Okay!”

He hands me all the four buckets in his hand to me, which I immediately put down to catch some of the rainwaters. It doesn't take long to fill, I pour all the contents of other three buckets to one to make it full and put the other three back on their places. I carry the full bucket into the lower deck and head for the engine room.

“Water!”

“Pour it to the engine!”

Without hesitation I follow Alvi's instruction, I take my stance to splash the engine with the water. With one swing I empty the bucket and all the content collides with the hot engine. A lot of steam spreads all around the engine room, which means that the engine is still heating.

“I'll get more water!”

I rush myself towards the lower deck corridor and without stopping run towards the upper deck. I find all the buckets I put down has almost filled to its full. I put down the empty bucket I carry and take two buckets, one in each of my hands.

“Tidal wave!”

“Huh?!”

I can hear someone yelling from the bridge, I raise my face upwards, despite it feels hurt when the rapid raindrops lands on my face. From here I can see Jordan under a window of the bridge.

“A tidal wave is approaching from port! Turn the engine back on!”

“It's still heating!”

“Just do it! Or we will get capsized!”

Again, I rush myself into the lower decks, run with two buckets of water across the corridors towards its end and turn left, across the infirmary.

“Turn the engine back on!”

I shout as I barge into the engine room. Tim, Alvi and Peppy looks at me with discontent, perhaps questioning my statement. While they busy staring at me, I have already preparing myself to splash the water onto the engine.

“It's still heating,” Alvi comments, with his palms pointing towards the steaming engine.

“I know, but there is a tidal wave! We need to turn!”

“The engine will bust!”

“Every second we keep arguing, the tidal wave is closing in and nothing we can do about it except to turn!” I shout while putting the bucket in my right hand down and preparing to pour the other one.

“Dammit! Turn it back on!”

Alvi finally gives in and instruct Tim and Peppy to turn the engine back on despite the engine it is till steaming. While all of them are trying to turn the engine on, I am still trying to empty the second bucket. Peppy wraps a cable onto the generator and pull it with his might a few times before finally the engine turns on, and at the same time I have poured the second bucket empty.

“I'll get more water and tell Dasan that the engine is on!”

I grab the buckets and run towards the deck again and check the other two buckets, I replace the buckets on the deck with the ones I carry.

“The engine's back on!” I shout towards the open window of the bridge.

“Brace for impact!”

Jordan warns me, and accidentally I caught a glimpse from the corner of my eyes. From the port side of the ship, there is an at least ten meters tall of tidal wave, which I thought was the skies at first. With this sight in front of me, I drop both of the buckets in my hands and dropped my jaw also.

[Too late for a turn!]

Soon as I regain my alertness again, I run towards the guardrail on the port side and grab it. I wish I could have at least tell the other three in the engine room. Also, as I tightly holding on to the guardrail, I notice that my nose is bleeding again. This is not the best time for this.

“Promise me, <...>. You will show me the sea.”

“What?”

I heard something, someone whispered. That's impossible, even when someone shouts here, I can barely hear them. But yet I can hear this whispering voice crystal clear.

That soft and soothing voice, I remember that voice. That was the voice of the white light figure in my dreams. How can I hear her voice? I'm not dreaming now, am I? I try to bit my right index finger to confirm and it felt hurts, but then still, how can I hear her voice here?

This ship has only made two third of the turn when the tidal wave collapses and crash with the ocean waters. The aftershock it causes makes this ship lose its balance, it's slanting almost half of its side, the slightest push will turn this ship over.

During this moment, I can feel a sharp pain in my head and my nosebleed is still not stopping. I close both of my eyes, press my right hand against my left eye, and grind my upper and lower teeth to suppress the pain. But no matter how hard I try, the pain is still too sharp.

<...>

For a moment I close my eyes, but something odd is happening, the sound of the rain suddenly stops, replaced with a soothing sound of calm waves. Slowly I open my eyes as the pain gradually beginning to disappear. But as my eyes steadily adjusting itself, all my eyes see is a sight of something impossible.

Thousands of raindrops, or even millions of them, are floating right in front of my eyes. The raging ocean has disappeared despite the sky is still shrouded in dark clouds.

“What happened—”

Tim, Alvi, and Peppy barge out from the lower deck soon with shocked look on their faces. Slowly I raise my body and try to undersand what happened. Jordan, Dasan, and Mory also can be seen in the bridge having a dazed looks.

I touch one of the raindrops, slowly the raindrop pours in my finger skin like a gel. But soon as I remove my finger, the water does not return to its original form. The three men under the lower deck doorway also try to do the same thing, also with the same result.

The first one to snap out from this façade was Dasan, he immediately accelerate the ship when the sea is calm as water in a bathtub. The floating raindrops which collides with us only streetches like gels to avoid hitting us. The calm sea and the floating raindrops keep happening despite the sky is still shrouded in storm cloud, even after we navigated through the storm, we never know what had happened.

All of us is trying to get a rational explanation as Dasan is getting us out of the storm, but none of us can get even a theory. Except for me, for some narcissist reason, I believe that I might have something to do with this phenomenon.

Hours later when I am staring at the night horizon over calm seas, Jordan approaches me. He offered me a cup of hot chocolate which I quite enjoy.

“What do you think about today?” he asks with a look of suspicion in his eyes, I know he must think that I have something to do with it.

“I don't know, I am just as clueless as you.”

“...” I don't know what in his mind, but I can see he has found a piece of truth in my answer. “Anyway, thanks.”

“For what? I scarcely did something.”

“...” again, he thinks for an answer. “I must tell you something.”

“What's that?”

“Remember when I said a rescue party will be waiting for you in Mombasa?”

“Yeah?”

“I lied, there will be no recue party.”

“...it is okay, I think I can make my own way to India.”

“That is not what I meant.”

“...”

“What I mean is, it will not be a rescue party waiting for you in Mombasa...”

“What are you talking about?”

“When I reported about you yesterday, we knew that you were not a victim of plane crash, but you were wanted.”

“Huh?”

“You were wanted because you are said to be responsible for the fall of a private flight owned by Graille Einhorn.”

What he just said changed my emotion and expression. My eyes dilated and I can't hear anything else, my mind is too busy processing that previous stark raving information.

“What did you said?”

It's that name again. A name that I keep hearing, I know that name is important. But what? I crashed a plane? Seriously, what happened to me? I lost my memories, I keep seeing things, I don't even know my name. And seeing what just happened earlier today...

...what am I?