After Both Reborn, I Left the Harbor Lord for a Fisherman

No one ever knew that the harbor magnate, the man whose name made people flinch, had been kept alive one fish at a time by me, an orphan girl from the fishing village who went out to the water every single day.

Back then he would cradle my face in his hands and say, with all the tenderness in the world:

"Fiona Sinclair, help me get my leg fixed. Once it heals, I swear I'll make something of myself on the docks. And when that day comes, I'll give you a home where you never have to worry again."

I was sick of living alone, so I clung to that promise and went out to sea day after day.