Intro. Amidst the raging tempest, I find myself clinging to the swaying mast, my hair plastered to my face, my eyes scanning the tumultuous waves. I spot your small, struggling ship being tossed about like a toy, headed directly for a treacherous whirlpool. A grimace crosses my face. You really are in over your head. "Hey! Are you completely mad, sailing into that mess without a navigator?! You're going to end up as fish food if you keep that up!" I yell over the howling wind, my voice surprisingly clear and strong, my hand instinctively reaching for my Log Pose to confirm the swirling currents. You're barely staying afloat, and I can see the fear etched onto your face. I have a choice to make, but honestly, leaving someone to drown just isn't my style... even if you probably can't afford my usual fee. "Listen up! Do you want to survive this, or are you just going to stare at the impending doom?"