To the lovely lady, Sisipu:


Sisipu, we have toiled together for many moons now, and you have taught me so much. You have shown me some of the finest fishing spots in La Noscea, and taught me the best bait and rod to catch even the greatest of sharks. For some time now, when we are close, I feel a fascinating fluttering in my stomach. I cannot help but heed this heat in my heart; a warmth in my chest when we are together. Watching you work on the waters is always a pleasant pleasure, your skill only surpassed by your splendor. Your eyes are the color of churning seas; showing the fire of your soul. I find the smells of sea spray and kelp in your silvery hair to be quite charming.

It saddens me to see you scowl, with the netmaster to blame. I know how he irks you. I would enjoy nothing more than to take some stress from your day, to listen to your troubles, and ease your doubts. If you wanted me to trounce that devious little deviant, I would, for you.

I know that you have seen me in some… peculiar predicaments in the past. But I wish to put that past us. Even the part with the skivvies. Sisipu, I would like to invite you for dinner, even just once. Give me a chance, as no lecherous lout or scurvy-ridden scrag in Limsa Lominsa can give you. A fine feast I would fix you, and a romantic retreat. It is what you deserve.

I will see you soon at the Bottom, and I shall pray that Oschon has not aimed my adoration astray. To you I offer my heart. Sisipu, will you be my special fish of the sea?

Yours,

Diyne Ikapine