Pink sky by dawn - was that good or bad for sailors? One or the other. After a little consideration. Bartz decided he wasn't a sailor so he didn't care

And after he found himself somewhere completely different? He still didn't care. Because wherever he'd ended up, it was nice. Beautiful. He cared more about getting a better look at the flowers - would they press nicely? - than the idea of there being anyone else around.

Until, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a woman arming herself.

"Hey! Lady, you okay? There's nothing around here."