I remember when the Calamity sent a big ol' wave crashin' onto the coast o' Limsa. The Gods' Grip sheltered the docks from the worst of it, praise the Twelve.
Lot o' folks weren't so lucky, though. A whole flotilla of battered ships limped into the bay not long after─like a field hospital for sea vessels, it were. And now these days we're puttin' together the damn things from scratch. Bloody marvelous.