Bab 76: Hostile Waters    

Cid could almost see the Barren Wasteland Port Town on the horizon. "Finally . . . we're here," he muttered, clicking his tongue in annoyance. "That took days. This place is really fucking far . . . and hot!"

His grey hair was whipped by the relentless wind, and the hot air burned his skin and eyes. He cursed under his breath, glaring at the desolate landscape. "Ah, goddamn it! If it wasn't for the Player Association, I wouldn't have come to this godforsaken place!" He then addressed his troops, who were busy preparing to land at the port. "Let's get this done and over with, then return home!"

The elves on board nodded in response while Silphie, Cid's elven commander, approached him. "My Lord, there are two warships fast approaching our location."