Post by Quincy on Jun 25, 2014 19:23:39 GMT -5
“Come on you lazy pricks! Pick up the pace.” Another order shrieked to two Fishmen from an irate mermaid, who was busy herself trying to make wit’s end of what goes where when building a ship. She's a gunsmith for goodness sakes, how was she supposed to know what to do?! However, out of the three Sea Tigers present, she was the most qualified for the job of shipwright. Peche had never set foot on a ship unless it's destination was a prison. Vanos had once lived near the sea, yet he was a Fishman. He didn’t need a ship for ocean travel, as well as the fact that no ship would actually let him aboard willingly. Still, despite her underqualification, Brandy was doing the best she could. She had gotten it to be the right shape, but it just wouldn’t stay floating… Frustration burned inside the redhead. “I need a smoke break. You goons just go get whatever is left. Peche, you got the list?” she asked with a puff from her already lit cigarette. Peche replied with a groan while he too took a break. All of them were exhausted from a week’s worth of work put towards finding a secluded place on Duantaun, steel capital of the South Blue, and gathering the necessary materials for their ship. As for the list, Peche raised up a wrinkled scrap of paper with handwritten instructions from the captain; Berk may be illiterate, but he knew what he wanted and the crooked cook sure could write quick, a trait he picked up from years in the food industry.
Their captain had expressed the very clear need for a ship after the entire crew, bloodied and exhausted, had to swim away from the destruction they laid down on Yeste, all why keeping certain valuables safe from the salty waves that carried them away. Needless to say, it was a unanimous decision between every Sea Tiger that getting a ship was urgent. However, none of them knew a thing about ship building, or really ships for that matter. When you could swim through the seas faster than anything a human could make, why bother to learn about ships?
“Yeah, yeah. I got the list right here!” The squat Gyojin eventually shouted out, a long face plastered upon his ironically long face. Peche then turned to his crewmate, who was preoccupied with moving the last of their steel towards Brandy, and cried out, “Come on, I need your arms to lift the stuff. I am tired from working all day.” Vanos shot the crooked cook a look of incredible doubt. It had been Peche who had “volunteered to supervise” Brandy and himself, while Vanos had lifted steel part after steel part for the mermaid’s attempts at welding. It wouldn't be correct to say that the Seahorse-man wasn’t useful. He drew up decent ideas for the ship’s layout, room and galley designs, all from Berk’s descriptions. Still, to say that he had done any actual labor today would be an understatement. The first mate of the Sea Tigers spoke up “Oi, Peche. Let me see that list.” The short chef was at first very defensive over the subject, yet a sly grin worked its way upon his lips. “Sure. Akakaka” the cook blurted out and the Eel-man could quickly see why he had been so eager to fork over his precious list; it was completely illegible. Vanos couldn’t make heads or tails of the wild squiggles that marked all over the crumbled yellow parchment, much to the continued delight of the squat Seahorse-man. “Typical,” the ‘Sea Wolf’ finally muttered, “We should just get a bloody ship builder or something!”
Silence permeated throughout the small construction site. Had they really been so daft as to not look for professional help? They certainly had the Beri for it. A shriek broke through the silence. Brandy was fuming! “You asshats better go get me some real help right now, or so help me… I will put a bullet through both of you!” Vanos and Peche didn't need to be told twice as they both began sprinting out of range of Brandy’s rage and rifle, well aware that she didn't make empty threats.
Their captain had expressed the very clear need for a ship after the entire crew, bloodied and exhausted, had to swim away from the destruction they laid down on Yeste, all why keeping certain valuables safe from the salty waves that carried them away. Needless to say, it was a unanimous decision between every Sea Tiger that getting a ship was urgent. However, none of them knew a thing about ship building, or really ships for that matter. When you could swim through the seas faster than anything a human could make, why bother to learn about ships?
“Yeah, yeah. I got the list right here!” The squat Gyojin eventually shouted out, a long face plastered upon his ironically long face. Peche then turned to his crewmate, who was preoccupied with moving the last of their steel towards Brandy, and cried out, “Come on, I need your arms to lift the stuff. I am tired from working all day.” Vanos shot the crooked cook a look of incredible doubt. It had been Peche who had “volunteered to supervise” Brandy and himself, while Vanos had lifted steel part after steel part for the mermaid’s attempts at welding. It wouldn't be correct to say that the Seahorse-man wasn’t useful. He drew up decent ideas for the ship’s layout, room and galley designs, all from Berk’s descriptions. Still, to say that he had done any actual labor today would be an understatement. The first mate of the Sea Tigers spoke up “Oi, Peche. Let me see that list.” The short chef was at first very defensive over the subject, yet a sly grin worked its way upon his lips. “Sure. Akakaka” the cook blurted out and the Eel-man could quickly see why he had been so eager to fork over his precious list; it was completely illegible. Vanos couldn’t make heads or tails of the wild squiggles that marked all over the crumbled yellow parchment, much to the continued delight of the squat Seahorse-man. “Typical,” the ‘Sea Wolf’ finally muttered, “We should just get a bloody ship builder or something!”
Silence permeated throughout the small construction site. Had they really been so daft as to not look for professional help? They certainly had the Beri for it. A shriek broke through the silence. Brandy was fuming! “You asshats better go get me some real help right now, or so help me… I will put a bullet through both of you!” Vanos and Peche didn't need to be told twice as they both began sprinting out of range of Brandy’s rage and rifle, well aware that she didn't make empty threats.