Lost

[not_martin]

He'd been travelling and it had been very hot, so he'd lay down under a tree to rest during the worst of the heat. The cool ocean breeze is what wakes him. Now he's standing leaning over the rail, letting the wind tangle his hair even more.

This is not Artigat.

But the enormity and beauty of the ocean catch his attention again.

typist: Arnaud du Thil from Martin Guerre, while he's looking for Artigat after he thinks Martin was killed in battle.