...nothing much to say, 'cept I don't own Golden Sun.
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Isaac woke up to the sound of two loud, arguing voices. He knew right away one would be Garet's - he didn't believe it was humanly possible for Garet to witness an argument and not take part.
"Why can't you just eat the same amount as everyone else does?" That was Mia. Isaac felt sorry for his friend - Mia was quite scary when she got mad. "You always have to have an exception made when it comes to food!"
With a groan, Isaac pulled himself out of bed, making his way toward the door and the sound of the voices. He opened the cabin door to find Garet and Mia facing off in a shouting match. Ivan and Videll were seated on the side of the deck, right where the wind was strongest. They seemed to be using the argument as a source of entertainment.
"Why do you always have to complain about it?" countered Garet. "We've been doing fine with me taking a little extra food-"
"A little extra?" fumed Mia, turning beet red with anger. "Is that what you call an extra meal every day? If I wasn't stuck with you for the rest of this trip I'd..."
"Oh, hi, Isaac," Videll called over the shouts of their companions. "Care to join in the fun? It's just getting to the part where Mia starts shooting ice crystals at him..."
Isaac walked over to the two Jupiter Adepts, picking a seat out of the wind. Videll glanced at Ivan, who had turned his gaze out ahead of the ship.
"What? Land already?" Ever since Videll and Ivan had shared their Psyenergy, they could see each other's thoughts as easily as they could see each other's faces. Ivan nodded as he turned back to his friends.
"I think so. I can make out something that looks like the Venus Lighthouse." His two companions turned, but couldn't see a thing. Ivan had much better eyesight than the rest of them.
Videll cleared her throat. "Guys?" Her voice was lost in Garet and Mia's shouting match. "GUYS!" Finally they stopped their mindless yelling and turned to look at her. "There's really no need to be arguing," she said mildly. "Ivan found land."
Garet dropped his fighting stance to plop down onto the deck. "Finally, a decent meal!" he said, his mind already on the food and soft, warm beds of an inn.
"You know we'll have to sleep outside at least once before we reach Lalivero," Ivan reminded him, his voice quiet as always.
This dampened Garet's mood as quickly as it had brightened it. He fell back onto the deck with a sigh. "Why do you always have to be so practical, Ivan?" he muttered.
"To keep you from going crazy," Ivan retorted. "You'd better turn the ship a little, Isaac," he said. "We're a drifting a little."
"Alright." Isaac pulled the Black Orb from his pocket, and concentrated. The ship began to turn. After a few minutes they were safely docked.
"What are you waiting for?" Garet shouted back at them as he hopped off the boat. "I want some decent food!" He began running off along the road. The other four Adepts sighed, and hurried to catch up with their ever-hungry companion.