Small Bottle, Letter I: Whilst mining for ore within The High Bank, I heard a call after a clank. "How does one get to the aether current up there?" I heard someone shout. Sensing your plight of the aether in sight I said with care knowing the journey would be ripe with despair. "You must traverse the tombs of the Kings and through The Royal Hunting Grounds you must excurse." "Or... we could take the Regalia."

"I like that idea!" you said in flash.

A notion of thanks was in motion as we rose with the thrusters below us. I nodded and inquired, "if you're up for a ride, we can locate the others?"
"Yes, please!" you proclaimed. And off we traveled through Loch Seld and the Quarter discussing nothing of import while in search of currents athwart.

To the North we did fly as you gazed through the sky at the whole of The Lochs, with us passing by. In search of the last we did yet yearn but only to find it within the Casern.
With the final current found and the chocobo unbound I couldn't help but smile at a trip all the worthwhile.

A seat always open,

The Happy Helmsman

(if selected, I would like to choose the Gaelicap)