This is black diamonds back with chapter 2 of Link's Awakening, this chapter is done by plush appeal.

The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening

Chapter 2

Salt water and seashells

Marin gingerly touched her feet, wincing in pain. She had run all the way home to get help from Tarin. The hurricane's currents crushed the shells that lay in depths of the ocean and washed them ashore. The crushed remains, like fallen daggers, sliced Marin's feet as she ran to save the mysterious sailor's life. Tarin afterward had carried the sailor's unmoving body to their home. Marin tended the sailor's wounds them limped outside to sit on the steps of her home. She tore the end of her dress, then dabbed the bottoms of her bleeding feet, staining the material a murky blood red.
Link woke to the sun shining in his eyes three days later. The bed he lay in was comfortable, and the sheets soft. It smelled of a woman and the smell seemed to bring back his memory of the mysterious girl on the beach. He realized now it wasn't Zelda and was honestly amazed she had been so worried. When he had been in and out of conciseness he remembered her face. She had been there when he woke up every time. He wondered if he turned over would she be sitting there, the mysterious girl who had saved him on the beach, the beautiful girl who he had confused with Zelda. She, who could answer all of his questions might be right behind him, waiting for him to turn around. Finally the suspense got to him and he soon found himself rolling over to meet his savior. She was no where to be found.
Marin sat on the beach, her hair being tangled in the slight ocean breezes. The storm calmed down over the last few days transforming her island into a beach combers dream. In her lap where the shells she had collected previously, and she was picky about her shells. There where about five of them, the shells that is, each different but each the same. Marin enjoyed the beach and normally would be singing to the breeze if she hadn't had so many thoughts running through her mind. Bitter and curious thoughts about the traveler she had saved the other night. Clouded, she never noticed the approaching figure.
She was more beautiful then before; her wind blown hair, her skin glistening in the sun, her eyes where shut as if she were deep in thought. He looked her up and down but his gaze stayed at her feet. Her bandages were bloody. "What happened to her?" he wondered. He started toward her but stopped when he felt a piercing pain in his foot. He bent down and wiped the blood away from his heel, "Could she ...?" He looked up at her. She was staring straight at him. Her eyes held a mixture of emotions that he couldn't place, his eyes never leaving hers he crossed to distance between them in what seemed seconds.
Marin wasn't sure what she was feeling for the stranger. She settled on curiosity, concern, and just pure attraction. She couldn't deny his good looks, but would never admit to this instant reaction either. Her main problem was that when he looked at her she couldn't speak. He made her feels so insecure, like she needed more . . . like she needed him. He was surrounded in mystery. He seemed taken, distant. Normally she would deny these feelings from the start, especially since he called her that name….what was it? Zelda. As he approached her she gained composure, straightened her back, brushed the hair away from her face, and gave him a smile that she used with the children. If he was anything like the boys on the island, he would love it . . . but of course he wasn't like any boy she had ever met before.
Link notice her changes and disapproved of all of them, he hated the smile she was giving him as well. She was so natural before, now she seemed to be going on defense. "That's something Zelda would do," he thought.