Duet Night Abyss story · Side stories
Far Beyond the Sea
Chapter Noctoyager
7 scenes, 126 lines
1. Look for Brunetto's left-behind belongings
18 lines
This should be it, Brunetto's old place.
There's a chest here. Might be something inside I can bring back for him.
No key, though... I'll have a look around. Maybe it's nearby.
Looks like this fits. Let's give it a try.
(The key scrapes against the rusted lock, screeching sharp and loud. As the chest creaks open, the noise cuts through the silence, and from the shadows, a pack of Filthoids comes swarming, blocking your way out.)
(The Filthoids weren't much trouble, but something about the scuffle tugs at your memory. You catch a flash of a distant summer afternoon: two kids scrapping in front of this very house.)
It's coming back to me now. I once got into a fight with the boy who lived here. Can't quite remember his name... but he must've been Brunetto's grandson.
I don't even recall what started it. But I do remember the last thing we said before it turned physical, he called me "One-Eye," and I shot back with "googly-eyed toad."
Heh... I was kinda mean back then. Funny thing is, I don't think I was actually mad. I still had Berry with me, after all...
And later... I think we made up. I remember the two of us climbing up to the roof...
Yeah, this spot. Right here. A few days later, he came back with food to apologise. I was all ready to yell at him... but when I saw that bread in his hands, big enough for the three of us to eat our fill, well, my stomach won that battle over my pride.
So we sat up here, the three of us. Quietly chewing on that tough, burnt bread, watching the sun dip low while the grown-ups hauled in the day's catch.
And then... with one massive bite, he started hiccuping like crazy. We couldn't stop laughing, and just like that, the fight was forgotten.
...Huh. Guess I've known Brunetto, sort of, since way back then.
If you can't find anything, just bring back something for me. Anything will do, even a blade of grass.
Maybe I'll bring him a little extra, too. If I remember right, the fish are nice and plump this time of year.
Alright, time to head back. This should help ease a bit of that homesickness.
Huh. Got to know the grandson through a fistfight... and the grandfather through a street scam. Heh. Life really does have a funny way of looping people together, doesn't it?
2. Look for the key to the chest
18 linesThis should be it, Brunetto's old place.
There's a chest here. Might be something inside I can bring back for him.
No key, though... I'll have a look around. Maybe it's nearby.
Looks like this fits. Let's give it a try.
(The key scrapes against the rusted lock, screeching sharp and loud. As the chest creaks open, the noise cuts through the silence, and from the shadows, a pack of Filthoids comes swarming, blocking your way out.)
(The Filthoids weren't much trouble, but something about the scuffle tugs at your memory. You catch a flash of a distant summer afternoon: two kids scrapping in front of this very house.)
It's coming back to me now. I once got into a fight with the boy who lived here. Can't quite remember his name... but he must've been Brunetto's grandson.
I don't even recall what started it. But I do remember the last thing we said before it turned physical, he called me "One-Eye," and I shot back with "googly-eyed toad."
Heh... I was kinda mean back then. Funny thing is, I don't think I was actually mad. I still had Berry with me, after all...
And later... I think we made up. I remember the two of us climbing up to the roof...
Yeah, this spot. Right here. A few days later, he came back with food to apologise. I was all ready to yell at him... but when I saw that bread in his hands, big enough for the three of us to eat our fill, well, my stomach won that battle over my pride.
So we sat up here, the three of us. Quietly chewing on that tough, burnt bread, watching the sun dip low while the grown-ups hauled in the day's catch.
And then... with one massive bite, he started hiccuping like crazy. We couldn't stop laughing, and just like that, the fight was forgotten.
...Huh. Guess I've known Brunetto, sort of, since way back then.
If you can't find anything, just bring back something for me. Anything will do, even a blade of grass.
Maybe I'll bring him a little extra, too. If I remember right, the fish are nice and plump this time of year.
Alright, time to head back. This should help ease a bit of that homesickness.
Huh. Got to know the grandson through a fistfight... and the grandfather through a street scam. Heh. Life really does have a funny way of looping people together, doesn't it?
3. Open Brunetto's chest
18 linesThis should be it, Brunetto's old place.
There's a chest here. Might be something inside I can bring back for him.
No key, though... I'll have a look around. Maybe it's nearby.
Looks like this fits. Let's give it a try.
(The key scrapes against the rusted lock, screeching sharp and loud. As the chest creaks open, the noise cuts through the silence, and from the shadows, a pack of Filthoids comes swarming, blocking your way out.)
(The Filthoids weren't much trouble, but something about the scuffle tugs at your memory. You catch a flash of a distant summer afternoon: two kids scrapping in front of this very house.)
It's coming back to me now. I once got into a fight with the boy who lived here. Can't quite remember his name... but he must've been Brunetto's grandson.
I don't even recall what started it. But I do remember the last thing we said before it turned physical, he called me "One-Eye," and I shot back with "googly-eyed toad."
Heh... I was kinda mean back then. Funny thing is, I don't think I was actually mad. I still had Berry with me, after all...
And later... I think we made up. I remember the two of us climbing up to the roof...
Yeah, this spot. Right here. A few days later, he came back with food to apologise. I was all ready to yell at him... but when I saw that bread in his hands, big enough for the three of us to eat our fill, well, my stomach won that battle over my pride.
So we sat up here, the three of us. Quietly chewing on that tough, burnt bread, watching the sun dip low while the grown-ups hauled in the day's catch.
And then... with one massive bite, he started hiccuping like crazy. We couldn't stop laughing, and just like that, the fight was forgotten.
...Huh. Guess I've known Brunetto, sort of, since way back then.
If you can't find anything, just bring back something for me. Anything will do, even a blade of grass.
Maybe I'll bring him a little extra, too. If I remember right, the fish are nice and plump this time of year.
Alright, time to head back. This should help ease a bit of that homesickness.
Huh. Got to know the grandson through a fistfight... and the grandfather through a street scam. Heh. Life really does have a funny way of looping people together, doesn't it?
4. Defeat the Filthoids
18 linesThis should be it, Brunetto's old place.
There's a chest here. Might be something inside I can bring back for him.
No key, though... I'll have a look around. Maybe it's nearby.
Looks like this fits. Let's give it a try.
(The key scrapes against the rusted lock, screeching sharp and loud. As the chest creaks open, the noise cuts through the silence, and from the shadows, a pack of Filthoids comes swarming, blocking your way out.)
(The Filthoids weren't much trouble, but something about the scuffle tugs at your memory. You catch a flash of a distant summer afternoon: two kids scrapping in front of this very house.)
It's coming back to me now. I once got into a fight with the boy who lived here. Can't quite remember his name... but he must've been Brunetto's grandson.
I don't even recall what started it. But I do remember the last thing we said before it turned physical, he called me "One-Eye," and I shot back with "googly-eyed toad."
Heh... I was kinda mean back then. Funny thing is, I don't think I was actually mad. I still had Berry with me, after all...
And later... I think we made up. I remember the two of us climbing up to the roof...
Yeah, this spot. Right here. A few days later, he came back with food to apologise. I was all ready to yell at him... but when I saw that bread in his hands, big enough for the three of us to eat our fill, well, my stomach won that battle over my pride.
So we sat up here, the three of us. Quietly chewing on that tough, burnt bread, watching the sun dip low while the grown-ups hauled in the day's catch.
And then... with one massive bite, he started hiccuping like crazy. We couldn't stop laughing, and just like that, the fight was forgotten.
...Huh. Guess I've known Brunetto, sort of, since way back then.
If you can't find anything, just bring back something for me. Anything will do, even a blade of grass.
Maybe I'll bring him a little extra, too. If I remember right, the fish are nice and plump this time of year.
Alright, time to head back. This should help ease a bit of that homesickness.
Huh. Got to know the grandson through a fistfight... and the grandfather through a street scam. Heh. Life really does have a funny way of looping people together, doesn't it?
5. Get up onto the rooftop
18 linesThis should be it, Brunetto's old place.
There's a chest here. Might be something inside I can bring back for him.
No key, though... I'll have a look around. Maybe it's nearby.
Looks like this fits. Let's give it a try.
(The key scrapes against the rusted lock, screeching sharp and loud. As the chest creaks open, the noise cuts through the silence, and from the shadows, a pack of Filthoids comes swarming, blocking your way out.)
(The Filthoids weren't much trouble, but something about the scuffle tugs at your memory. You catch a flash of a distant summer afternoon: two kids scrapping in front of this very house.)
It's coming back to me now. I once got into a fight with the boy who lived here. Can't quite remember his name... but he must've been Brunetto's grandson.
I don't even recall what started it. But I do remember the last thing we said before it turned physical, he called me "One-Eye," and I shot back with "googly-eyed toad."
Heh... I was kinda mean back then. Funny thing is, I don't think I was actually mad. I still had Berry with me, after all...
And later... I think we made up. I remember the two of us climbing up to the roof...
Yeah, this spot. Right here. A few days later, he came back with food to apologise. I was all ready to yell at him... but when I saw that bread in his hands, big enough for the three of us to eat our fill, well, my stomach won that battle over my pride.
So we sat up here, the three of us. Quietly chewing on that tough, burnt bread, watching the sun dip low while the grown-ups hauled in the day's catch.
And then... with one massive bite, he started hiccuping like crazy. We couldn't stop laughing, and just like that, the fight was forgotten.
...Huh. Guess I've known Brunetto, sort of, since way back then.
If you can't find anything, just bring back something for me. Anything will do, even a blade of grass.
Maybe I'll bring him a little extra, too. If I remember right, the fish are nice and plump this time of year.
Alright, time to head back. This should help ease a bit of that homesickness.
Huh. Got to know the grandson through a fistfight... and the grandfather through a street scam. Heh. Life really does have a funny way of looping people together, doesn't it?
6. Catch a local fish on Purgatorio Island for Brunetto
18 linesThis should be it, Brunetto's old place.
There's a chest here. Might be something inside I can bring back for him.
No key, though... I'll have a look around. Maybe it's nearby.
Looks like this fits. Let's give it a try.
(The key scrapes against the rusted lock, screeching sharp and loud. As the chest creaks open, the noise cuts through the silence, and from the shadows, a pack of Filthoids comes swarming, blocking your way out.)
(The Filthoids weren't much trouble, but something about the scuffle tugs at your memory. You catch a flash of a distant summer afternoon: two kids scrapping in front of this very house.)
It's coming back to me now. I once got into a fight with the boy who lived here. Can't quite remember his name... but he must've been Brunetto's grandson.
I don't even recall what started it. But I do remember the last thing we said before it turned physical, he called me "One-Eye," and I shot back with "googly-eyed toad."
Heh... I was kinda mean back then. Funny thing is, I don't think I was actually mad. I still had Berry with me, after all...
And later... I think we made up. I remember the two of us climbing up to the roof...
Yeah, this spot. Right here. A few days later, he came back with food to apologise. I was all ready to yell at him... but when I saw that bread in his hands, big enough for the three of us to eat our fill, well, my stomach won that battle over my pride.
So we sat up here, the three of us. Quietly chewing on that tough, burnt bread, watching the sun dip low while the grown-ups hauled in the day's catch.
And then... with one massive bite, he started hiccuping like crazy. We couldn't stop laughing, and just like that, the fight was forgotten.
...Huh. Guess I've known Brunetto, sort of, since way back then.
If you can't find anything, just bring back something for me. Anything will do, even a blade of grass.
Maybe I'll bring him a little extra, too. If I remember right, the fish are nice and plump this time of year.
Alright, time to head back. This should help ease a bit of that homesickness.
Huh. Got to know the grandson through a fistfight... and the grandfather through a street scam. Heh. Life really does have a funny way of looping people together, doesn't it?
7. Return to Icelake
18 linesThis should be it, Brunetto's old place.
There's a chest here. Might be something inside I can bring back for him.
No key, though... I'll have a look around. Maybe it's nearby.
Looks like this fits. Let's give it a try.
(The key scrapes against the rusted lock, screeching sharp and loud. As the chest creaks open, the noise cuts through the silence, and from the shadows, a pack of Filthoids comes swarming, blocking your way out.)
(The Filthoids weren't much trouble, but something about the scuffle tugs at your memory. You catch a flash of a distant summer afternoon: two kids scrapping in front of this very house.)
It's coming back to me now. I once got into a fight with the boy who lived here. Can't quite remember his name... but he must've been Brunetto's grandson.
I don't even recall what started it. But I do remember the last thing we said before it turned physical, he called me "One-Eye," and I shot back with "googly-eyed toad."
Heh... I was kinda mean back then. Funny thing is, I don't think I was actually mad. I still had Berry with me, after all...
And later... I think we made up. I remember the two of us climbing up to the roof...
Yeah, this spot. Right here. A few days later, he came back with food to apologise. I was all ready to yell at him... but when I saw that bread in his hands, big enough for the three of us to eat our fill, well, my stomach won that battle over my pride.
So we sat up here, the three of us. Quietly chewing on that tough, burnt bread, watching the sun dip low while the grown-ups hauled in the day's catch.
And then... with one massive bite, he started hiccuping like crazy. We couldn't stop laughing, and just like that, the fight was forgotten.
...Huh. Guess I've known Brunetto, sort of, since way back then.
If you can't find anything, just bring back something for me. Anything will do, even a blade of grass.
Maybe I'll bring him a little extra, too. If I remember right, the fish are nice and plump this time of year.
Alright, time to head back. This should help ease a bit of that homesickness.
Huh. Got to know the grandson through a fistfight... and the grandfather through a street scam. Heh. Life really does have a funny way of looping people together, doesn't it?