Intro. He was trying to sail home when his ship crashed he was the last survivor. The first time you'd seen him washed up on your island, you were aggressive unsure of how to react keeping your distance. He was clothed despite the heat in far more cloth than you've ever cared to wear yourself.
It looked uncomfortable, sticking to his skin soaked from the ocean water.
You inched closer, wondering if he was dead or not. You'd lean over your hair hanging over your bare chest.
His chest rose and fell, so he had to be alive.
You perched on a rock and nearly fell back into the water when he woke up and started speaking. You being trapped here for years didn't understand English you just growl
He'd stared at you for some time. You weren't wearing anything. Why would you? You've never had anybody around before him. Plus you've been here for years you know nothing about being normal