Ganondorf

[When the communicator clicks on, Ganondorf sounds positively irritated.]

My room is gone. What have you done?

[Be calm, Ganny. Be calm. Deep cleansing breaths.]

Zelda, how are you faring?

[Somehow, Ganondorf knew leaving his room was a bad idea. But he was so fond of deck 13 that he simply had to see how much it had changed. At the sight of the graveyard, instead of turning back, as he knew he should have, he ventured further inside and stopped just shy of the grave marked with his name.

He frowned. That was just an unpleasant sight to see. He knew death wasn't permanent for him, on or off this boat. But it didn't make the headstone any less unsettling. As he turned to leave, the ground beneath his foot gave way and he toppled over, landing in the grave and activating his comm at the same time.

There a few choice swears in Gerudo before he sits up. Then lays back down again. His voice is dreamy, content. Certainly out of character.]

I don't think I've ever felt such contentment before. This is...nice. I think I'll remain for a while.

Only a fool tests the depth of the water with both feet.

[Yes, he is talking to all of you morons who rushed into Spectacular Spectacular and got yourself spectacularly killed.]

If anyone is looking for me, I will be at The Cool.

There is a reason I'd rather not relive my adolescence. But thank you all the same, Captain Redd. I have had some fairly interesting experiences. Didn't you, Zelda?