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Ivalice had been good to Gust, but it was time to move on. A fond farewell to Mountblac and Marche left him back in the docks of Sphrom with enough gold for cheap passage across the waves."What's it to you, sailor?"
"Eh?" Gust looked up from the poster at the bar to meet the gaze of a weathered seaman.
"You lookin' for work?"
"Just passage sir, unless you're offering."
"You look like a clan type. What'd ya do?" the old man asked.
"Theif. Aprenticed under a Mediator though. I speak Ivalian, Bangaa, Mog..."
"Aye lad, aye, you'll do."
The ship sailed out of Ivalice, the beating sun dancing off of the waves like a thousand glittering blades. They sailed past Upper Zora River, the tip of northern Hyrule, when a cry came from the crowsnest. "It's frozen! The water, it's frozen!" And so it was--the waterfall that normally cascaded from the cliffs shone eeriely gold -black.
"Hope you weren't thinking of taking port..." the captain shook his head. "Strange goings..."
Two weeks of sailing and Gust had tossed his razor to the ocean, the blade dulled beyond so much as peeling an apple. Then the island came into view.
"Gambino ho!"
Gust hefted his rucksack over his shoulder, watching the crew scurry about as they prepared to make port. As soon as the plank was down he scurried off and melded into the bustling crowd.
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^^
Just felt random...