Link stepped into the Hylian port city of Leora, loacted in the now-annexed Gerudo Domain. Despite the rebuilding of Castle Town, the once proud city is nothing compared to the glory of Leora. Gate street, which ran from the gate through Center, or Market Square, all the way to the docks, was a market place. Peddlers and gypsies lurked about within their tents, boasting their goods and services for the public to buy. Spices filled the air as chefs cooked meats and tossed salads in the Cas-Bah.
"Roasted Cucco! Fresh out of the fire!" a deep voice cut through the others and caught link's attention. Cucco: I haven't had cucco in a long time...He thought to himself.
He paid the manager 10 rupees for the meal, and sat by the square's fountain to enjoy his meal. After quickly devouring the delicious meal, he set out for the port.
Soon, still in the Square, a band of five or so local thugs encircled him. Among them was a woman, slightly shorter than he, bronzed skin, ice blue eyes, long black hair, in her early 20's. She wore leather chaps to just above her knees, a sturdy vest, plated sandals, and bracer gloves. A pair of daggers hung lazily from her belt. She stepped forward and addressed him with a smug smile.
"Well well, you're definitely not a local are you? The name is Helana, and I run the ports here." Link noted that her tone implied illegality in her claim. "Now I don't know what your business is here in Leora, but soon it won't matter. So you can either come quietly and volunteer, or you will lose everything and still volunteer." Her hands drifted to her daggers. "so which is it, boy?"
The other bandits grabbed their various swords and daggers. Link sighed at the inevitable confrontation, and, reaching for his sword, he grabbed air. Suddenly, he saw it slung on Helana's back.
Recklessly, he charged her, coming within an inch of the hilt before he felt cold steel on his neck.
"You're faster than I expected. Too bad you won't remember anything..."
"What do you me-" Link was cut off as something small pierced his shoulder and the world went black.
"Put him in the deck of the Hailfire. I'll be there when he wakes up."
"Where are you going?" her second asked.
"Not your concern. Now go."
Helana had roamed through the crowds to one the many weapons peddlers, and then to a tailor before returning to the ship moments before her newest crew member woke up.
To the young man, everything was new. He had no name. He had no past. He knew none of the people before him. All he knew was he was cold and naked, and he had three small triangles on his left hand.
A single order has given to him, "get dressed." he took the given clothes and obeyed. Upon completing this, he was directed to the top deck, where a voice called out to him. "You, Boy!"
Helana addressed him to bring him up to date, so to speak. "Your name is Link, here is your wallet, you had a nasty concussion out in the streets. I'm your Captain, and you're one of my sailors. Understood?"
"Y-Yes Captain!" he replied instinctively to her position of authority. She handed the sword to him, as well as a few concealable daggers. "The sword is yours, the daggers are new. You need something to defend yourself with in case you lose that sword." he nodded and belted the sword over his shoulder and slipped the daggers around his waist.
"captain? Where are my quarters?"
"down the hall, third on the left."
"when do we set out?"
"one hour."
"Aye, i'll be back up here then." With that, Link went down to his quarters. And found a bed, a desk, and a small dresser. He found extra clothes in his dresser and lied down on the bed quickly slipping into a nap.