It was always exciting when the boats arrived. Each one brought tales to tell of far off lands, exotic people from far off places. Yes, it was all a real treat.
He had known a boat was arriving, and indeed on the way there he had met sailors and outsiders who could only have come from the latest vessel. They had exchanged greetings, he had attempted conversing. But none of them seemed to know his language, apart from one of them who knew "hello" and "I do not speak your language". Dola had laughed at that, and they chuckled in return.
Not that he could complain even if he wanted to, he didn't know their language either. It was, he mused, a rather silly oversight he had made. One he was hoping to fix at some point, although it would most likely take longer than the duration he usually stayed on one island. It was... difficult convincing himself to delay. There was always something new happening on the next island, just waiting for him, and the overpowering urge to find out what it was.
He hadn't strolled far when he noticed a straggler from the boat. In the distance he could see odd clothing, pale skin, and the familiar gait of those who struggled with seafaring. Poor guy, Dolas immediately waved and shouted. 'Hello! Do you need any assistance?' while heading towards him.
The straggler probably didn't know what he was saying, but maybe he could get the gist of it from his body language.