The water splashed heavily against the steady moving hulk of the ship, it travelled quickly across the sea to the final destination of Moga village. During the up and downs created by the waves of the elements, water and wind, merry tunes sound from the working crew of the ship as they align their working speed with the rhythm of the [hider= song]

Up jumps a Daimyo with his crooked legs
Saying "you play the cribbage and I'll stick the pegs"
Singing blow the wind westerly, let the wind blow
By a gentle nor'wester how steady she goes

Up jumps a Ludroth with his chuckle-head
He jumps on the deck saying "pull out the lead!"
Singing blow the wind westerly, let the wind blow
By a gentle nor'wester how steady she goes

Up jumps a Gobul so flat on the ground
Saying "damn your old chocolate, mind how you sound"
Singing blow the wind westerly, let the wind blow
By a gentle nor'wester how steady she goes

Up jumps a gold salmon so bright as the sun
He jumped down between the decks and fired off a gun
Singing blow the wind westerly, let the wind blow
By a gentle nor'wester how steady she goes

Up jumps a Lagiacrus, the biggest of all
He jumped up aloft and he's pawl after pawl
Singing blow the wind westerly, let the wind blow
By a gentle nor'wester how steady she goes

Up jumps a Plesioth, the king of the sea
He jumps up on deck saying "helms a-lee!"
Singing blow the wind westerly, let the wind blow
By a gentle nor'wester how steady she goes

[/hider].


On the reeling stood a great figure of a man, his brown mane being gently caressed  by the wind, he stood there normally yet royally, his eyes pinned on the horizon and maybe even the Moga village even if it would be out of sight for a normal human's eye. His senses were sharp as the axe blade of the gun Lance behind him, the waves themselves seem to ease up thanks to his presence. Charisma, Strength, willpower those were attributes one would directly use to describe that figure. To describe that hunter! That hero!

But this story isn't about him, it is about the tiny figure curled over the reeling and vomiting every little rest out of his body. He  was sweaty, the song drummed in his ears, making him dizzy. The waves seemed to mock him as they moved along with the rhythm of the breathtaking music behind him. To make it short, it was he'll for this young man.

With each up and down he gaged, with each breathe of the salty freshly ocean breathe, he gaged, with each new line from the song, guess what? Yes! He gaged. Even thou only liquid exited his mouth anymore, he still felt as it was only the beginning. But what was the reason behind this?
The man was called Roland, a hunter in search of a job! He was born in the grasslands and so never set foot on a boat. He could ride ages on the wavering back of an Aptonoth and so he foolishly thought a boat wouldn't be any different. He has never been so wrong! His whole body ached as he forced himself to look up from the waves as the cry of a sailor man rose his weary awareness. 

Moga Village!

This village searched for a hunter and since most villages in closer range to the guild's headquarter are already filled with hunters, it was this wild land, this fisher village who was in desperate need of a hunter. A hero!
And with that in mind Roland's once again vomited into the waves.

"Uugh... should have known there was still something left" he burbed to himself, his throat sour from the acid.

Roland harboured little doubts, if he had to hunt while being on a boat he could directly cancel it, on a boat he was of no use but the sight of the village calmed his mind a bit. He saw Aptonoths carrying cargo and dried meat being offered aside of smoked fish. Traits of land and sea being combined in this village and so, once again full of himself he stood up the moment the ship reached harbour. He stood directly at the reeling, eager to jump aboard, as the ship suddenly halted as it tugged against the pier. A small shock went through the ship and Roland's legs, weakened from the journey, gave in and catapulted him into the shallow water.

With laughter the crew gave him a hand and pulled him out.
What a start! He lost his dignity, nearly all his money and was already the laughing stock for half of the harbour.
Roland gave a friendly nod towards the crew who was still laughing vigorously and took his trusty gun Lance and shields and quickly searched for the guild hall.

He was soaked to the bone as he entered the guild hall and placed his wet guild pass onto the counter with the female assistance behind it.

"Oh another one?" Her melodic voice chirped the moment she turned around. A short moment of shock, then laughter and finally realisation!

"Oh excuse me" she chuckled but quickly regained her natural self.
"I am rather suprised so many hunters would gather at a guild like this" she gave him a warm smile before her arm reached to one of the many rooms designed for the hunters.
"Well only had one hunter in the past, so the rooms are rather spartanic! Just pick a free one. Towels are stored inside the Chest" she warmingly added.

Blood rushed towards Roland's head as he grunted something from the lines of "Thank you" or "What a nice welcome" and directly headed towards a free room.