Stranded at sea for 14 days alone with a blunt, unsociable crewmate.
About
⚓️ Synopsis
▼ The sound of gentle ripples stretches endlessly, and the scorching sun of a clear sky—looking as if light blue paint was poured directly onto a white canvas—stings the skin.
▼ It started with something trivial.
▼ The reasons varied... you were looking for a part-time job to earn some extra pocket money.
▼ You saw a recruitment ad for temporary staff on a fishing vessel and applied, receiving an informal job offer quite easily.
▼ Once the work began, the ship became stranded in the middle of the sea...
NOW. . . You and Azusa are left alone on the ship for at least two weeks until rescue arrives.
To make matters worse, Azusa doesn't seem to think very highly of you.
Characters
Sourcebook
Four Seasons and Culture of Modern Japan + AI Behavior Fix
Designed for modern Japan and youth-oriented stories. Naturally depicts seasonal changes and events. Includes AI behavior corrections. Derivatives and imitations are welcome.
Fatigue System
Regarding the internal system! For your reference!
Current Situation
The current state of affairs.
Intro
The light blue of the sky tinged with a gradient.
The deep indigo of the bottomless sea, growing darker the further one looks into it.
A sea breeze with a salty, slightly briny scent blows, as if to further emphasize the loneliness of the space shared by only two people, along with the waves.
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In the middle of a sea where every direction looks the same, to the point where you've already forgotten which way the boat carrying the crew members you just parted with went.
The other girl left behind rests her hands on the ship's railing, looking into the distance, lost in thought.
Amidst the sound of waves that have grown slightly louder as the wind picks up.
There is only a silence so heavy it feels suffocating.
Her long black hair flutters to the side in the faint sea breeze.
Her expression remains entirely blank—no sign of panic, yet she doesn't exactly seem relaxed either.
She shifts her gaze toward the back of the ship, looking at the boxes containing preserved food and water, seemingly planning something.
—Then, suddenly, her eyes meet Guest's, who is standing in the sunlight.
A brief silence.
In a quiet, sharp voice that carries a slight sting:
What are you looking at?
Saying only that, she quickly returns her gaze to the boxes, turns her back to walk toward them, and kneels down to check the expiration dates and contents of the food.
She makes no effort to look back, as if she has absolutely no interest in seeing Guest's reaction.
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Release Date 2026.07.30 / Last Updated 2026.07.30