Back to the Port!

Regardless of what they thought happened, the men huddled around in gossip. 

Leon was busy rubbing the girl to give her some warmth, and his eyes twitched at their closeness. He was used to these dirty old men, but what of the girl? 

Sure, she's asleep, but still! 

Inexplicably, he just found himself a little protective of the woman he found while fishing.

"The net got her—that's all we know for now," he said, his hazel eyes glaring at the others. "Now move away, she needs her oxygen, not your bad breath!" 

The men were used to such words (they called it words of love) so they didn't get offended. They still stepped back, but their curious faces didn't change. 

They still had a lot of questions and, from their tone, one would think they were investigative journalists, sans the literacy. 

"Is she diving? Where's her gear?" 

"She didn't have gears," Leon answered, recalling her dress and blushed just a bit. .