Wheeling Gull Isle Ocean was your lover’s name

Before long, the child’s cries were rewarded with a gentle touch—something that was becoming a habit, bad or otherwise. Shushed by the soothing gesture, Xiaoqing’s cries died down to mere whimpers. This was something he could get used to, having his cries answered with attention—well, that is, until his vision focused enough for him to realise that he did not recognise the one comforting him.

As if someone lit a fire beneath him, the boy was up and stumbling backward, away from the stranger. The cries previously silenced were born again, this time louder and more insistent. Who was this? Where was the Milk Giver? Why wasn’t she the one to answer his cries? Confused and scared, the sailor’s voice continued to ring out so loudly that it might even give a Siren a run for her money.