Weeks later, Rowan stopped at a faraway island. As he went closer to the shores, he noticed someone gazing at him from the water from beside a rock.
He couldn't breathe.
Heart in mouth, Rowan turned his boat around and headed towards the person.
Bright seagreen eyes, tears streaming down a face that he hadn't seen forever.
For a whole moment, they drank each other in. Saros and his long hair, Rowan and his dark beard.
"I found you," Saros said as he surged forward.
The merman swam towards him, the sailor dove into the ocean, and they crashed, calling each other's name. Wet lips met with unspoken truth.
The taste of seawater was home.