???: …Oi! Y’all right, lass?
Grizzled Passenger: You were moanin’ in your sleep an’ sweatin’ buckets besides. Rollin’ of the ship got your stomach churnin’, has it?
Grizzled Passenger: Hmmm… Don’t seem like seasickness, now that I look at you. It’ll be the aether, then, I reckon.
Grizzled Passenger: Some are more sensitive to the stuff than others, see, an’ we ain’t too far from Vylbrand now, which is chock-full of aetherytes.
Grizzled Passenger: No need to fret, though. You’ll soon get used to it.
Grizzled Passenger: Eurgh. Might as well have been bloomin’ seasickness… Ship’s leapin’ around like a demented chocobo today.
Grizzled Passenger: I reckon I might head out on deck – get meself a breath of fresh air.
Grizzled Passenger: Limsa Lominsa’s still a fair way off, in case you were wonderin’. Seein’ as you’re awake an’ all, how’s about you keep me company till we get there?
Grizzled Passenger: Them young’uns don’t much care for conversation, see.
Brennan: Anyroad, Brennan’s the name, an’ peddlin’s me trade.
Brennan: Ah, smell that salty sea breeze!
Brennan: Now then, lass, judgin’ by your unusual garments, I’d say you were one of them new adventurers. Am I warm?
Brennan: I knew it! Goin’ wherever the wind blows, seekin’ fortune an’ glory-now that’s what I call livin’!
Brennan: So long as you can avoid dyin’, I mean. Ain’t no secret that adventurin’s a risky business – these days especially.
Brennan: What was it that first attracted you to it?
Meredith Croix: To amass a fortune.
Brennan: Fortune, eh? Well, it’s a dream we’ve all had at one time or another.
Brennan: Once you’ve learned to handle yourself in a fight, you’ll want to pay a visit to whichever craftin’ or gatherin’ guild tickles your fancy.
Brennan: Limsa Lominsa’s renowned for its smitties an’ armorers, not to mention its fisherfolk. An’ then there’s its cooks, of course.
Brennan: Adventurin’ ain’t just about killin’ things, after all. A peaceful pastime may well help you make your fortune!
Brennan: Just remember, though: there’re more important things than fortune an’ glory. Such as breathin’. Ain’t no profit in bein’ dead, an’ that’s a fact.
Brennan: Uwaaah!
Stalwart Sailor: Ships off the starboard bow! Pirate colors!
Brennan: Pirates? Bloody hells…
Stalwart Sailor: Have ye no sense!? Get below!
Brennan: What is the world comin’ to…? Pirates firin’ on a ship flyin’ Lominsan colors! Bastards either have a boatload of balls, or bugger all for brains.
Stalwart Sailor: Ye can rest easy, friends! We’ve made it out o’ cannon range, an’ no buccaneer’s bark’ll catch this flighty temptress once the wind’s in her sails.
Brennan: That was too bleedin’ close… Glad one of us kept her head on her shoulders – I reckon I’d’ve lost mine, otherwise.
Brennan: If them pirates gave up the chase, we must be close to port. Let’s head up on deck an’ have us a look, shall we?
Brennan: By the by, is this your first trip to Limsa Lominsa?
Meredith Croix: Yes.
Brennan: It is!? Well then, let this journeyed itinerant tell you the ins an’ outs of your destination. Ahem!
Brennan: Limsa Lominsa prides itself on bein’ Eorzea’s foremost naval power.
Brennan: Weren’t too long ago that the place was ruled by pirates, but thanks to the current Admiral’s civilizin’ influence, the city-state could almost pass for a respectable nation. You’d never guess she was once a rum-swillin’ buccaneer herself! Heh heh!
Brennan: ‘Course, most folk ain’t so quick to change, an’ with a town full of liberty-lovin’ ruffians, you can imagine how many naysayers an’ troublemakers she’s got to deal with-like them pirates who took a fancy to us just now.
Brennan: An’ if that weren’t bad enough, I’ve heard the Sahagin are raidin’ the coast just as bold as you please. Them’re the sea-dwellin’ beastmen the locals call “fishbacks,” ‘case you didn’t know.
Brennan: Ah, at long last. Land ho!
Brennan: Behold Limsa Lominsa, a nation blessed by the ocean’s bounty an’ beloved of Llymlaen, goddess of navigation.
On a windswept isle in the southwestern corner of the realm, amidst the roiling waves of the Rhotano Sea, lies the maritime city-state of Limsa Lominsa.
To this haven for bandits and brigands, cutthroats and curs, seekers of both freedom and fortune, comes a lone adventurer.
Lone, yet not alone, for the hero’s arrival has drawn the gaze of the nation’s patron deity Llymlaen.
What realm-shaking fate has She descried in the churning waters of this mortal’s future?
Brennan: An’ here’s where we part ways, lass.
Brennan: I’m off to the markets to deliver me wares, then it’s on to the highroad for me.
Brennan: Here, I want you to have this-by way of thanks for savin’ me arse earlier.
Brennan: Hey you never did tell me your name, did you? Well, here’s an idea…
Brennan: Become the sort of storied personage I can brag about havin’ met, an’ I’ll consider us square.
Through peril and hardship, discovery and triumph, may the Navigator guide this brave soul on her life’s voyage…
Till sea swallows all.
Yellowjacket Infantryman: Hey! You there!
Yellowjacket Infantryman: Aye, I mean you. This is my district, and I make it my business to know all the scum that washes up in it.
Yellowjacket Infantryman: Ah, an adventurer fresh off the boat, is it? Well then…
Ryssfloh: Allow one of Limsa Lominsa’s finest to set you on the right path. Hop to it, lass, I haven’t got all day!
Keishinrei 