AN Well here is part 2 as promised (though it isn't so much part two as Hugh's perspective of part 1)

Hugh was sure he was going to die soon. He had been floating on this small wooden board for god knows how long and his entire body just felt numb. The water felt close to freezing. He didn't want to die though. He wasn't even thirty yet, didn't have a family of his own yet. He was still in the prime of his life and that meant he couldn't be yet another man lost to the sea. He was tired and ready to just sleep.

He heard a noise and then a voice above him. He looked up and stared in shock at what he saw, an angel had come to bring him to heaven. The angel had soft blue eyes. He had the fairest white hair Hugh had even seen and his entire face was framed in a beautiful light. For the first time since he had thought he was going to die, he was alright with the idea.

A warm, almost hot hand touched his, then grabbed him and suddenly he was on a boat and hands were stripping him of his clothes. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't dying and the being that was with him wasn't an angel, but a youth. The youth, a rather beautiful one at that spoke to him in an odd language and Hugh wasn't sure what he said. He just sat there and allowed the boy to remove his clothing and then dry him with a cloth, before giving Hugh his own very warm shirt to wrap around his top. The youth than sat down on the bench and looked around for a moment before speaking to him again.

He just stared at the boy, confused, and the boy looked at him and tried again. He continued to stare and it seemed like the boy realized something because the warm hands returned and tugged on him. He was unsure what the boy wanted but sat where the boy pointed too. He felt awkward, just sitting there in his underpants when the boy wrapped his arms around him. Hugh was shocked at that. He was naked and could not believe the boy was touching him like this. Then the hands started to rub, warming up his skin and he realized what was going on. He felt a good deal calmer and grateful he had been found by such a good person. He leaned against the warm body and wrapped his own arms around the youth's body, savoring the feeling of soft skin and warmth. This was wonderful.

After a while the boy pulled away and then pointed at himself, "Einar." Hugh wasn't sure what he meant by that but then he pointed at himself again, "Einar." And then pointed at Hugh and shrugged.

Hugh then understood the question and smiled at Einar, "Einar….Hugh."

The boy nodded and repeated the name in this wonderful accent. He then motioned to the paddle, pantomimed paddling, and said a word. Hugh nodded his understanding and then thought of something. He hadn't thanked this amazing person for saving his life. "Thank you."

Einar looked at him with confusion and Hugh remembered that Einar wouldn't understand English any more than he understood Einar's language. "Thank you?" He tried slowing it down, maybe the boy would understand it that way. The boy still shook his head and Hugh wondered how he could get his point across. There wasn't any motion that he would think of that would show his thanks or make it clear what he meant. He looked at the beautiful youth, his angel, who was staring at him, waiting for some clue. He then smiled then and reached for the boy's hand. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the boy's hand. "You don't understand me, but thank you, my angel, for saving my life."

The boy's face instantly went bright red and he stared at Hugh with shock. He looked away with embarrassed before pointing at the paddle again and repeated the word from before. He had a beautiful blush. Hugh smiled at him and then grabbed the oar and started to row with the boy. He had to start figuring out how to get home, but with the sweet blush on Einar's face, he had a feeling he would enjoy his time on the island.