As a strong wind gusted through the sails, [i]The Valencia's[/i] boards roared as the ship took off with a great speed. Fujin truly felt like a pirate, and more importantly he truly felt like he was free in that moment. It was a feeling that never got old. The trip took about a week and a half. With only a limited number of things the crew could do on the boat, recreational activities were mostly limited to playing cards and getting drunk off your ass. Fujin tried to make the best of it, however. He didn't mind chilling out for hours on end if he didn't have to do anything in that time. 

	Fujin was sound asleep when the captain yelled that they were closing in on Arrylia. He startled and shook himself awake in that moment, turning his head over his shoulder to look at the distant land as they were closing in on it. It would only be a couple of hours now. Quickly, he did an assessment on all the cargo that was on the vessel before it docked. It seemed everything was in order, and Fujin would be able to relay these details back to dock workers if any asked. 

	Upon arrival, Captain Amia outlined what was planned for the stay at Arrylia for the crew. They would be meeting with Kossara, a contact who would assumingly embark with the crew to Harravel Mountain. From what they were told, those who entered this mountain never returned. Fujin cocked a brow in skeptical confusion, not deterred by what he brushed off as rumors. Interesting enough, he couldn't wait to get off this boat and stretch his legs a little more.

	 The Quartermaster seemed to appear out of nowhere, dropping down from a rope onto the deck as [i]The Valencia[/i] sat calmly in the port. In a cliche pirate pose, with one boot on the barrel, The Quartermaster lightheartedly warned the crew to stay out of trouble in the town. Laughing, Fujin responded,

	[color=708090]"What fun is it if we don't get into a little trouble?"[/color] he said, shooting a smile at Galen. [@POOHEAD189]