16th Goldsun
Location: The Cheery Chocobo
Journal Entry 192
Traveling to Moorabella via airship was not really a good idea. The cabins on the 'Cheery Chocobo' smelled of, well, wet Chocobo Skin, our Captain was obnoxious, the crew smelled as if they didn't know what a shower or water was, and the washrooms; well, let's just say if you drop something, you're not getting it back for a while, unless you mind having to scrub every square inch of your skin clean afterwards. But this ride would be worth it.
My clan would be partaking as one of many 'guests of honour' in the various cups held in and around Jylland for the quote-unquote unimaginable riches after dominating one.
Despite our poor circumstances, I sharpened my sword with the chef's (who, uncomfortably, lost his sense of smell in a 'culinary accident') grindstone, polished my armour with whatever non-murky water there was on the ship (mostly either conjured or rainwater), and sparred with my clanmates whenever time permitted (which rarely time did, because the Captain made us clean, to 'pay off half of the debt', which made no sense because I paid in full and in advance. Plus, I took him out to lunch. God, what an asshole.)
Anyways, with every passing day, our clan steels itself for the challenges that lie ahead. Every day we get better in one way or another. And once we reach Flourgis, Clan Nutsy is gonna kick some serious freaking ass.
This is Marche Radiuju, signing off - it's time for 'dinner'. (Look, it's mystery 'meat' again)