Mario held his cap on tightly as he went through the gusty winds, almost being pushed back towards the eastern direction as the brave, red-capped Italian American plumber marched on forward, not afraid of anything.
"Mamma mia! If the winds were-a going to be that-a bad, I would have brought an extra pair of wind repellent!" Mario exclaimed as he pressed on forward, not thrown off by the powerful gusts. He continued moving on, not being thrown off. Inch by inch, foot by foot, he knew that he could do it. He would do it, he will do it. For it... was his destiny.
And all the work he had put into fighting against the gusty wind would all be for naught if Mario screwed up right then and now. He knew that to get to his ultimate goal, he had to brave the gusty winds. He survived hot fiery volcanoes, braved sandy deserts, tunneled through abandoned mines, make it out of a poison gas filled maze, and even swam to the deepest depths of the ocean. But all would be seemingly fruitless had Mario not be able to fight off against the gusty wind. As he got closer, Mario felt more, more, more, and more determined, his eyes flaring brightly with red and yellow flares, his teeth gritting, sweat pouring down from both sides of his face. He would be a fool to give up now.
"Come on, Mario... closer... closer... yes...! Almost there...!"
At last, Mario sighed of relief as he collasped on a bright emerald, landing right on its right exterior as he started crying out of joy. Picking up the rather large emerald, Mario made his way back to his home, guided by the gusty wind, which was not as much as a problem beforehand, thankfully enough.