Adrift

"Daphne, wait!" Atticus futilely called after her while running behind. His wife, however, paid no heed, ever ready to be the hero whenever a person was in need. "We're not sure whether or not it's safe to approach him―"

"Oh, come on, Atticus," Daphne said, turning back her head for only a split second. She arrived at the man's side, kneeling down immediately so that she could take a better look. "There is nothing and no one who could possibly be dangerous in the face of both of us combined!"

That, Atticus had nothing to argue against.

Daphne frowned, examining the man carefully. His face was ghastly pale, resembling a ghost of the seas, while his lips had turned a shade of purple. When Daphne reached out and pressed a hand against his cheek, she immediately pulled back in shock. The man was as cold as a block of ice!