His hair was blue. It reminded her of the ocean all around them. She reasoned that he was her ocean, protecting her from the harsh world they lived in just as the real ocean kept their captors safe. She thought that if he was there she'd be safe.
She was wrong.
He wasn't the ocean. He was a different type of salt water. He was the reason she cried each night, tears streaming down her cheeks as she thought of the pain he'd wrought upon her. His messy blue hair falling around his face as he laughed at her misfortune.