Waves of Love, Gentle Breeze

On the old wooden pier of "Love the Sea Village," the once tranquil morning atmosphere was shattered by the sound of expensive high heels clattering against the wooden floor: Thump! Thump! Thump! A loud scream followed, enough to scare away the seagulls. "Dad! Come back here! I won't stay here! Dad!" Prima, dressed in a fiery red dress that contrasted sharply with the seaside promenade, clutched her phone tightly and shouted at the speedboat speeding further and further away from the shore, leaving only dust and desolation behind. Her father had kept his threat. He had confiscated her credit cards, the keys to his sports car, and abandoned her on an island reeking of fish. "Stop shouting, Miss. Even with a megaphone, your voice won't reach the other side," A deep, irritated voice came from beneath the canopy of a wooden fishing boat docked nearby. Prima whirled around, her eyes ready to burn everything in their path. A dark-skinned man, tanned from hard work, with a sharp face and a faint stubble that gave him a rugged yet strangely attractive appearance, was skillfully mending a fishing net. His thick hands moved skillfully without even looking up at her. "You're Singha, aren't you? The one my father told me to look after!" Prima stomped towards him. "Start your boat right now! I'm going back to shore. I'll pay you ten times... no, a hundred times the value of all the fish you catch in a year, okay?" Singha stopped mending the net. He slowly looked up, his sharp eyes fixed on her beautiful face, now filled with rage. He calmly scanned her from head to toe. "A hundred times? Interesting..." Singha smirked. "But I'm sorry, the wind has changed direction today. A big storm is coming. Even if you offered me a thousand times, I wouldn't risk the lives of my crew for your whims." "Who are you calling whimsical!" Prima exploded. She grabbed a plastic bucket nearby and threw it at him, but Singha narrowly dodged it. "Besides being stubborn, you're also quick-handed," Singha stood up to his full height. Prima instinctively took a step back as his muscular body, almost twice her height, tipped her off. "There's no air conditioning here, no servants, and no one to cater to your every need. If you want to survive here... the first thing you have to do is 'shut up' and follow me." "What right do you have to order me around!" "The right of the person who feeds you," Singha said curtly, easily slinging her giant suitcase over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing, and strode towards the small wooden house isolated on the cliffside. Prima stood with clenched fists, tears of resentment welling up. She had no choice but to follow this brute amidst the increasingly loud waves. "Just you wait, Singha... When I get back, you'll be the first one to have no place in this sea!" Singha, walking ahead, didn't reply. He simply gazed at the darkening horizon, thinking to himself... this storm was likely more severe than he'd anticipated.