"Jori,” I sighed into the night. “I will save you, my love. I promise. Somehow.”
Once a moon, the Bloody Executioners held an invite-only card tournament aboard the Astalicia, a massive ship docked safely and intimidatingly near Fisherman’s Bottom in Limsa Lominsa. And the stakes here were quite a bit higher than the pittance you could earn at the Gold Saucer. Hundreds of thousands of gil were routinely on the line for even the weakest of hands as bored socialites and black market scoundrels mingled over wine and ale.
Everything went south when my rival falsely accused me of cheating, and I was thrown in jail.
Fyrilwaen Wyznrymmsyn (or just “Fyr” for short) knows how to do three things: sail, fish, and down an ale after he’s done with the other two. But when he and the companions with which he pilots a Lominsan ferry are met with a profound change of course, Fyrilwaen will be forced to choose between the life he knows and answering the threat of war.