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I land in the water, in front of my boat. Well, that was convenient.

"Oh! That look in your eye... you've found yourself a sail, have you?"

I nod. "Yeah, right here." I hoist myself up into the boat and start to get my sail out. This tunic is strange. Everything I put into the pocket shrinks to a tiny size, but when I take it out, it returns to normal size. Weird, huh?

"Ah! One more thing. When you are you at sea with few landmarks to go by, you will be at the mercy of your Sea Chart. I have marked the place we should currently be heading on your Sea Chart."

I nod and grab the Sea Chart, conveniently held in a navigator.

"Now, a westerly wind blows! Let's set sail!"

I nervously raise the sail. "O-okay-"

The boat takes off. I start to panic a little. "Uh, um, I don't know how to drive a boat!"

I franticly grab what I think is the rudder and start to push it back and forth.

"What are you doing, Link?!"

I shrug and stop shoving the boat back and forth. "I don't know, I'm trying my best!"

After I sorta get the hang of it, I can enjoy the fact I'm on the open sea. The sun beats down and the air is humid. The salty air whips across my face and the sea-mist splashes against my skin. I hear the familiar cry of the gulls and feel a pang of loss for my sister.

I shake my head. No, I've gotta get that outta my mind. I start to sing, to distract myself, and also to pass the time.

"I'm on a boat… I'm on a boat… everybody look at me cause I'm sailing on a boat…"

I guess I get a little too into it…

"I'm on a boat motherfucker take a look at me! Straight flowin' on a boat on the deep blue sea! Bustin' five knots, wind whippin' out my coat! You can't stop me motherfucker cause I'm on a boat!"

The kind turns around and gives me a weird look. "Link, what are you saying?!"

"BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY, I FUCKED A MERMAID!"

"LINK! The island is straight ahead!"

I snap out of the clouds.

"Aww, seriously man?! I was getting into it!" I cross my arms and look up.

"Whoa."

The island has a huge volcano, with what looks like a...dragon?! But there's a dark cloud surrounding the volcano, and the dragon looks pretty upset.

"I wonder what's wrong." I quietly say to myself.

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"High atop this island's peak lives the spirit of the skies… a great dragon by the name of Valoo."

I sail ahead, and approach the beach. I jump out and pull the boat onto the beach.

"You must go see this dragon and request from him a jewel called Din's Pearl."

I nod and grin. "Alright, sounds easy enough. Anything else?""

"Ask the people of the Rito Tribe who inhabit this island about how to see the dragon." The dragon responds.

I nod. "Okay, got it." I start to walk away when-

"Oh, I almost forgot! Wait just a moment!"

I turn my head around and roll my eyes. "What now?"

The dragon boat has a weird stick thing in his mouth.

"This is the Wind Waker! It is a baton of sorts used long ago when the people played music in prayer to the gods. In those days, simply using it allowed one to borrow the power of the gods, but I do not know if it still works."

I walk a bit closer. "Hmm, sounds cool."

The lion tilts his wooden head a bit. "Even so, I thought it might be of some use to you. Perhaps you should try using it."

He tosses me the baton and I catch it. It feels cool and smooth in my hand, and I think it's probably made from metal. It's white-ish silvery, and the little decorative swirls remind me of the wind. Figures, this IS called the Wind Waker.

"You can use this by conducting a beat. Certain combinations of movements can do certain things."

I nod and start to wave it around.

"No, no, no! You have to do it to something, not just waving it around willy-nilly! Hum a tune or something."

I roll my eyes. "Okaay…"

I take a deep breath and start to sing.

"FUCK TREES, I CLIMB BUOYS, MOTHERFUCKER!"

The king shakes his head. "Take this seriously Link!"

I look up. "I AM! See?!"

I continue to sing, keeping time with the Wind Waker.

The king rolls his eyes.

"I guess that was not bad for your first time using the Wind Waker, not bad at all!"

I rub the back of my neck. "Heh heh, thanks. Let's just hope I don't fuck up the whole universe with my changing weather all the time. Thanks boat!"

"Uh, King of Red Lions."

"Sailboat, sorry. You're the best! Wait here for 3 hours! Like a boat would!" I wave as I run away, ready to start my first mission.

I look at the path and see a huge rock is blocking it. Hmm…

I notice these flower things and see a sign. I take a look.

"Hmm… 'Bomb Flowers', eh?"

I eye the rock and I get an idea. I grab a flower and hurl it toward the rock. It starts to blink red and I turn away, just as I head it blow up the rock. Cool guys don't look at explosions, am I right?

Xxxx

After lots of blowing up rocks, I make it to the Mail Center, as the sign kindly reads. Hmm, is this where all the delivery dudes live? I enter through the arch way and see-

My old friend!

He turns and looks surprised.

"Link? Link, is that you?"

I smile. "Yeah bro, it is! How're you doin'?" I give his a brofist and he grins.

"It is! I'm pleased to see you're okay!"

He puts his hand up to his chin. "But I must say… you've traveled far for one with no wings."

I smile a bit bashfully. "Heh heh, I have a boat helping me out."

He takes his hand off his chin. "And your sister? Is she…"

I look down. "Well… she's still stuck there… I couldn't save her."

The Rito crosses his arms. "Is that so? Well, don't worry too much. I'm sure she'll hang in there."

I nod. "Yeah, shit happens."

Seeming uncomfortable, it seems like the postman changes the subject. "I have an idea, Link. Would you like to meet our chieftain?"

I look up, surprised. "Really?!"

He nods. "I've told my people here about you, and all of us Rito are very concerned. I'm certain the chieftain will befriend you and lend you the aid of our aerie."

I smile. "Fuck yeah, I'm all in for it!"

The tall Rito smiles. "It's settled, then! I'll fly on ahead and let everyone know you're coming. Come inside, Link! I'll be waiting!"

With that he takes off, flying towards the post-area. I crack my knuckles and follow, eager to meet the chieftain.