Aaron eyes open suddenly, and he tries to sit up, but his throats has other plans. Some remains of sea detritus is expelled to his side.

Ezra eyes flicker open, but they sting with some sand that got stuck there at some point. He tries to rub them clean before attempting to open them again.

“Ah- you aright, lad? Two of you, are there. Odd, but I’ve seen odder.”

The man speaking looks to be about fifty years old, and is smoking a cigarette. He offers a hand to help Aaron up before searching his pockets for a handkerchief and handing it to Ezra.

Ezra accepts the handkerchief.

Aaron accepts the hand, though he stands up with relatively easy. "Thank you, Sir...?" He asks, looking around at their surroundings.

“Oh, just call me The Harbormaster,” the man says cheerfully. “I assume you have questions?”

The waves lap at the edge of a wooden platform on which they stand. To one edge are several boats, anchored to the platform. To the others is endless ocean, blue-gray and deep, seeming to go on forever.

Aaron nods. He reaches for his brother's hand and... something crosses both their faces, they flinch from some invisible source of discomfort. But after that they stand a bit straighter.

"How... how did we get here?" Ezra asks.

“Your memories are likely a bit… mhm, fuzzy, yes? You’re travelers. Sometimes people arrive, here, from other places. I doubt you intended to come here.”

Ezra makes a distressed sound at that, trying to see into the past but finding a fog before they woke up.

"Yes, I think... My head should be fine, but I can't really make sense of my last memory and this," he is patting Ezra's back. "Where is this, by the way?"

“You’re on the Endless Ocean. Nothing stays in the same place here - even islands shift locations, and people are forced to move one way or another. It’s just ocean, forever. Maybe some icebergs, small islands, shipwrecks. Very appropriate name, all in all.”

"How is that possible?"

"Is this like... some kind of Bermuda Triangle and now we are lost in it?"

He shrugs. “The Ocean does as it may. I confess I’ve never been out by Bermuda, so I can’t rightly compare.”

"How do we get home?"

“The ocean’s your home now, kid. It takes and gives.”

He turns around, and waves at the ships. “I assume you’ll be wanting to stay together?”

"Yes, we are twins." He puts an arm around Ezra to keep the other steady. "Do you guys have... dunno, some kind of recruitment program for lost people?"

He blinks.

“Generally, it’s the other way around, to be frank. Seekers attract opportunities, as well as risk, and plenty want to get in early. I suppose I could try to call in a favor or two, but it’d be much easier to do this as usual, giving you a ship, and a few usual doodads.”

"You're just going to give us a ship?"

“Yes.”

"Thanks for giving us a ship! Ezra don't be ungrateful."

"Thank you for giving us a ship... and doodads."