Travel 000001

Yemon was on the docks of Iceberg waiting to take a boat over the next week or two towards some other place at some other time. That was a lie, he was heading out after yet another person in the bingo book, which was all his reputation amounted to anyway. The samurai shrugged his neck as they called for all the travel guests to get on. As usual, Yemon travelled in first class mainly because he couldn’t see so he might as well abuse the hell out of it. He had on his normal robes and had the small ball of armor currently around his wrist. Disaster Insurance led the way as an unassuming cane that Yemon tapped at intervals in front of himself as to not run into anyone. Though he still uttered a “pardon me” every few feet.

The chatter around him was limiting his vision so he tried to focus on sounds he was used to filtering in order to keep his location viewed via the sonic vibrations that told Yemon where he was and where he wanted to go. Luckily, another half hour and they were on the ship ready to leave, it was a cruiser so it wasn’t extremely large. As a passenger ship, it was also decent as far as basic amenities. Though Yemon focused mainly on just relaxing, he thought about bringing out his Bass but left that idea behind not wanting to bug anyone.

Another few days of sheer and utter boredom and Yemon finally arrived on the shores of Ash. He got off after everyone, taking the whole wimpy blind man strategy before getting his bearings and heading off towards the Village of Volcanoes.