Slowly the boat pulled into port and the blonde-haired young woman could not step onto land fast enough. Shoving her way to the front of the line, Isabeau rushed onto the docks, stopping only once her feet had touched the sand on the shore. Hands on her knees, Isabeau bent forward, face hovering over the ocean. She wasn't seasick, she had yet to meet someone who was, but for the duration of the boat ride to the island she was kept in confined quarters next to where they were keeping the chocobos. Cute as those yellow birds were, the stench is not blocked by wooden walls. She was regretting not going for the airship, but she only had so much gil on hand.
The older people sharing the compartment with her occupied their time by discussing blitzball. One of them asked Isabeau for her input and all she could reply was confusion on what exactly an 'Abe' was. That was the last time the passengers in the compartment spoke to her. Isabeau now made a retching sound, mostly for show as the fresh air and the island breeze was already washing away the smell and memory of the ride over. She stood up, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. So this was it. This was Besaid. Warmer than what she was used to. More water, too.
She turned and observed the treeline in front of her, noticing a path marked by a road. Behind her, other passengers were disembarking and absent-mindedly chattering, there was laughter and murmurs and an overall sense of social interaction. Isabeau reached out and grabbed the shirt of a middle aged man walking past, holding a bag. The sudden maneuver caused the man to drop his bag and let out a little gasp.
"Hey," Isabeau spoke, her voice containing a noticeable hint of arrogance, "Take me to the village." It wasn't a question, her tone indicated that this was a command.
The man was clearly aggravated and pushed past her, picking up his dropped bag. "Didn't you hear me?" Isabeau spoke again, stepping after him, "Take me to the village!"
The man increased his walking speed, leaving an annoyed Isabeau standing on the shore with a frown. And then she remembered a lesson her mother gave her. 'When lost, find someone and follow them!' Isabeau waited, her eyes darting at the various passengers. Everyone seemed to head for the path and so Isabeau followed. As she approached the entrance to the jungle path, a signpost indicating the direction of the village entered her vision. It was fortunate she didn't admit outloud to being lost. That would have been embarrassing.
Following a slow moving group of people, Isabeau eventually made it to the village proper, pausing at the entrance to get a look at her surroundings. Her eyes locked on one location: the temple. That, above all else, was what she had come to see. The sight-seeing elsewhere on the island could wait, this could not. Increasing her pace, Isabeau practically ran up the path towards the temple, stepping around people slowly walking around the village and interacting with the citizens. Isabeau stopped before the entrance to the temple, wiping more sweat from her face. And then she stepped inside.
"What a shabby place," she spoke aloud as she entered, eyes taking in the decor and statues lining the halls, "Can't believe this is where she started from."
Isabeau was shaking her head as she continued to look at the statues, ignorant of those around the temple.