The sudden noise made Firion jump as well. It sounded like Cloud's motocycle only... deeper. Louder, too. It's odd how these machines were used in such small vehicles. Airships were one thing but boats and motorcycles? As the boat took off, Firion caught the rail out of reflex more than needing to actually hold onto something.

And then, they were off. Alexandria was becoming smaller as they left its shores. It seemed like a lifetime since he had been on a boat and sailing the seas. It felt nice.

Very, very nice.