The Black Knight and the Fishmonger

The biting wind whipped around you as you walked along the shore, the familiar cry of gulls overhead a comforting sound. The tide pulled at the sand with a calming rhythm, a stark contrast to the unease that settled in your gut.
Another body, you thought, spotting a boot half-buried in the sand. Relief washed over you as you neared and found the boot’s owner was merely asleep, sheltered by a small dune. A man in fine clothes, his face partially hidden by blond hair.
As you considered waking him, a distant shout startled you. Turning back, you saw he had moved, revealing a terrible scar. Your hand, reaching out to shake him awake, hesitated. Leave him, your survival instincts screamed. But something else, something you couldn’t quite name, made you stay.
