Sylv: ...What happened? ...Where... Where am I? ...On the floor? ...No... No, that means... I've been here for three days now...

Sylv stays put, staring ahead and thinking back to what exactly happened for him to be on the floor in the first place.

Ahh yes, of course; he's on his ship, the Salty Stallion. He'd stayed awake for three long days in order to make sure everything was running shipshape. He'd overdone it with the spell he uses to keep himself awake when need be, and he'd fainted.

Though it had been made over the course of many years, it was only recently that he had the strength, the courage, to set sail from Gondolia.
It had been sitting in the docks after the passing of its creator six months ago.

It's a work of art, built exactly as Sylv envisioned with all the features he'd need for a life on the sea. Gismo had given him a lot of advice on how to run the ship, but what he soon learned was there's a lot more to it then he actually realised.

Sitting up, Sylv holds his head as he comes-to. Three days of overworking himself, plus three days of sleep... That's a week he's lost. Thankfully he had the foresight to anchor his ship, so that he didn't run aground or run into any other vessels.

When he feels ready, he stands, still a little shaky, and he looks around. He's still alone, just as he had been a week ago.

Up until now, he always had people around him; his papi, Servantes and other servants in Puerto Valor, along with Hendrik for those two years; his fellow circus performers back in Gallopolis; Gismo, and everyone he knew in Gondolia.

They all seem so far away now.

He stands in the corridor, not knowing where to go or what to do.
It quickly dawns on him that perhaps getting a meal and a drink would be the best idea; having had neither in days, he needs his strength for whatever lies ahead.

Soon finding the cargo bay, he feels lucky that there's plenty to choose from.
As he makes his meal, he sighs heavily. He doesn't like the thought of eating alone; he's used to being surrounded by good company to go with the good food and drink.

Oh, how he misses them all... Of course, he COULD go back to Gondolia and make the journey to Gallopolis on foot from there, but going back to the port town so soon after leaving, he fears it'll hurt all over again.

Sylv: ...It would be nice to have some friends here now, but they're all busy in Gallopolis. ...I could send Hendrik a letter, but goodness knows what he's doing with his training in Heliodor... Who knows? Maybe... Maybe I'll find some new friends, and we can s-sail together...

Sylv can feel himself welling-up; he's all alone, and that fact has hit him hard and fast. He isn't used to this. The more he dwells on it, the more it scares him. It's just him now. His ship and himself, alone in the world.
Could he make it on his own now?

Pushing his tears aside, Sylv eats slowly, quietly.
What can he do now? Where should he go?
He hasn't felt this uncertain in many years, and he hates it.

With it being dark out, the only thing Sylv can do is rest and get some more sleep; when the morning comes, he'll be able to make a decision.

When the sun rises, Sylv is there to greet it.
In fact, after waking he had a brainwave; he's sitting up in the crow's nest looking around for any spot of land, but there's nothing but blue ocean waves all around.

Climbing back down, Sylv's only got one option; sail eastward and try and find somewhere to land. He daren't head west; that's where Puerto Valor and his papi are. Just thinking about going that way sends shivers down his spine.

There's no more time for sitting around and moping. No, he's spent long-enough doing that; he's got to get-on with his new travels and see what's on the other side of the inland sea.

Whatever comes his way, Sylv would welcome it with open arms.