Upon leaving the city, Kite began heading off in the direction of the sea, guided by the smell of salt. The Island wasn't that big, he thought, so it wouldnt take long.

In fact, after a simple 15 minutes of jogging through the jungle growth, the sea swam before him.

At the edge of the island, where the beach met the sea, there was a small deck of wooden planks, leading out a ways into the sea. Located at the end of this, was a fairly large ferry.

As Kite approached the Ferry, and placed one foot on it, and managed to get a decent hold on one metal bar, the ferry shot off away from the island.

Kite barely managed to hang on, and was almost pitched into the sea.

"What the hell dude, where did you learn how to drive this damn thing?" He cursed towards what he assumed was the front of the ferry, only to se no one was piloting it.

He was cursing at an automated machine.

He leaned back, as the ferry sped off towards Frisland.