Ethan relished the scent of salt water. In Spira it was hard to escape it, the land a narrow path from end to end, but he had always found solace in the sea. The vastness of it, the endlessness of it. Maybe this time, he had always told himself, this time they had found the Eternal Calm. Maybe someday he could travel with Chiron to the distant lands he called home, this mysterious place called Ivalice, and see for himself what a culture free of Sin was like.<br/><br/>He knew that was wishful thinking, though. While he didn't believe that the Al Bhed were solely to blame for Sin's constant return, he knew something must be driving the monster to continue its cycle. The explanation of the monster as the culmination of humanity's sin was only a way to help the masses handle it, a means to give hope in desperate times. His heart told him there was more to it, though.<br/><br/>For a priest, Ethan was of unusually sturdy build. Broad of shoulder and deep of chest, he had the bearing of a knight more than a man of the cloth. His hair was long and black, kept braided in the spirit of a warrior monk of old, and a thin scar crossed his left cheek beneath hazel-green eyes. He turned his gaze away from the blue horizon and toward the front of the ferry. He could see Besaid Island growing nearer with each moment, and turned to walk back to the cabin door. He tugged it open and stuck his head inside, smirking to himself.<br/><br/>"Chiron, Amal, Harris--we're almost there. Get ready, you three!"