Post by Kurosaki on Nov 12, 2011 22:48:58 GMT -5
It wasn't that Kane didn't have common sense. In fact, he did understand that a ship could only do so much and that things broke in life and couldn't always be repaired. However, for a ship that had brought them so far over such a long and tiring journey, he felt that it was his duty, responsibility even, to make sure that it got the best judgement that it could and the best chance. Maybe it was because he was the ship's Captain or maybe it was because it was their first ship, but he felt an attachment to it somewhere deep in him that didn't allow him to merely toss it aside like a used paper towel.
Blinking at the response that he received, Kane was surprised to hear that the older man was the former leader of Galley-La Dock Two. He had heard about Galley-La; which was a Shipwright's paradise on Water 7 essentially.
"No! We couldn't do that... I couldn't do that to Shooting Star." The response was immediately after the Shipwright said that it would probably be the best course of action to sell the ship and that this would likely result in it's being dismantled for parts. Eyes cast downward, Kane found himself somehow fascinated with his shoes. He felt like a coward in a way, unable to declare openly that he would never consider the idea of selling the Shooting Star and yet, at the same time, unable to bring himself to ever do such a thing even if it meant that they would then be able to afford a stronger, faster ship that was built for the Grand Line; especially when he even had an offer from the Shipwright in front of him himself.
Just what was he going to do? It was situations and tough calls like this that determined who was actually built to be a Captain of a vessel and who was not. But before Kane had to make any drastic calls, before he even could consider thinking it over for a day, there was a loud noise from nearby like the sound of something colliding hard with something else. A smoke trail traced the sky starting from some point in the distance and arching over and downward, ending somewhere on the length of beach stretching across the Island.
"What was that?" he questioned before noticing that the Shipwright had already started to head toward whatever it was. "Hey, wait up!" Kane started to run after, kicking up sand behind him.
A weird feeling gripped him as he ran, as though something was waiting for him. Like there was something ahead of him that was going to be an enormous challenge. He shook his head, ridding himself of the thought. It was probably simply because he was nervous. Who wouldn't be a little nervous at something just falling from the sky? It was a UFO!
Lost in his thoughts about the ship, the possibility of a UFO, and the feeling that had seized him a moment prior, Kane utterly failed to realize that the man in front of him had stopped suddenly when he came upon something. Trying to stop quickly, Kane somehow ended up with the sand sliding out from under him and he fell down on his rear with a frown-like pout.
"A... A PERSON!?" Kane shouted before he popped back up, watching as Frien slung the woman onto his back and called for a Doctor. Kane was about to say something but a soft, raspy voice came first. Turning, he saw that Scruffy was there! How... How had he gotten there so fast?
Well... Kane supposed that didn't matter. Mikan was actually nearby as well, having followed the group to the scene. She was about to announce her presence as Doctor before another man bustled in, looking self-important about everything. In a matter of only a few moments, the woman that had fallen from the sky, or had appeared to have fallen, was transferred to Mikan to be carried who was to follow the other Doctor. Despite her normal frame, the woman looked to be light in Mikan's arms. Otherwise Kane doubted that Mikan would have been able to cart her around so easily.
"Alright, be careful!" Kane called after his nakama, a twinge of worry in his voice but the smile on his face said that he knew that she would be and also trusted her explicitly.
"Don't waste anything."
"Eh?" Kane turned, looking at Scruffy at first with a confused look but then something seemed to slowly work its way over in his mind. Back when he was very small, very far back because his childhood friend had still been alive at the time, the two had often gone to play on the beach. One time there had been a small sail boat that had washed up on shore.
"Sail! Sail into the sunset!"
"You can't just sail into the sunset, you need a compact!"
"You mean a compass, idiot!"
"Yeah, one of those," Kane said dismissively, waving a hand around before adjusting his "pirate" hat made of large leaves that they had found in the shrubbery nearby.
"But all happy endings end with them sailing into the sunset!" pouted the girl across from him, folding her arms over her chest.
"Alright, fine, we can sail into the sunset then," Kane said, rolling his eyes.
Kane slowly became aware of his surroundings again as though awakening from a dream. Turning around, he wondered what made him think of that. That sail boat that had a hole punctured through the middle; it hadn't been good for anything but being a new play spot for them when they were children.
Then it hit him.
Slamming a fist into his open palm, Kane looked up excitedly.
"That's it!" he said enthusiastically. "Instead of scrapping the Shooting Star, why not make it into something useful for other people? It could be a playground if we brought it on shore for little kids!" The excitement at his idea was unmistakable.
Blinking at the response that he received, Kane was surprised to hear that the older man was the former leader of Galley-La Dock Two. He had heard about Galley-La; which was a Shipwright's paradise on Water 7 essentially.
"No! We couldn't do that... I couldn't do that to Shooting Star." The response was immediately after the Shipwright said that it would probably be the best course of action to sell the ship and that this would likely result in it's being dismantled for parts. Eyes cast downward, Kane found himself somehow fascinated with his shoes. He felt like a coward in a way, unable to declare openly that he would never consider the idea of selling the Shooting Star and yet, at the same time, unable to bring himself to ever do such a thing even if it meant that they would then be able to afford a stronger, faster ship that was built for the Grand Line; especially when he even had an offer from the Shipwright in front of him himself.
Just what was he going to do? It was situations and tough calls like this that determined who was actually built to be a Captain of a vessel and who was not. But before Kane had to make any drastic calls, before he even could consider thinking it over for a day, there was a loud noise from nearby like the sound of something colliding hard with something else. A smoke trail traced the sky starting from some point in the distance and arching over and downward, ending somewhere on the length of beach stretching across the Island.
"What was that?" he questioned before noticing that the Shipwright had already started to head toward whatever it was. "Hey, wait up!" Kane started to run after, kicking up sand behind him.
A weird feeling gripped him as he ran, as though something was waiting for him. Like there was something ahead of him that was going to be an enormous challenge. He shook his head, ridding himself of the thought. It was probably simply because he was nervous. Who wouldn't be a little nervous at something just falling from the sky? It was a UFO!
Lost in his thoughts about the ship, the possibility of a UFO, and the feeling that had seized him a moment prior, Kane utterly failed to realize that the man in front of him had stopped suddenly when he came upon something. Trying to stop quickly, Kane somehow ended up with the sand sliding out from under him and he fell down on his rear with a frown-like pout.
"A... A PERSON!?" Kane shouted before he popped back up, watching as Frien slung the woman onto his back and called for a Doctor. Kane was about to say something but a soft, raspy voice came first. Turning, he saw that Scruffy was there! How... How had he gotten there so fast?
Well... Kane supposed that didn't matter. Mikan was actually nearby as well, having followed the group to the scene. She was about to announce her presence as Doctor before another man bustled in, looking self-important about everything. In a matter of only a few moments, the woman that had fallen from the sky, or had appeared to have fallen, was transferred to Mikan to be carried who was to follow the other Doctor. Despite her normal frame, the woman looked to be light in Mikan's arms. Otherwise Kane doubted that Mikan would have been able to cart her around so easily.
"Alright, be careful!" Kane called after his nakama, a twinge of worry in his voice but the smile on his face said that he knew that she would be and also trusted her explicitly.
"Don't waste anything."
"Eh?" Kane turned, looking at Scruffy at first with a confused look but then something seemed to slowly work its way over in his mind. Back when he was very small, very far back because his childhood friend had still been alive at the time, the two had often gone to play on the beach. One time there had been a small sail boat that had washed up on shore.
"Sail! Sail into the sunset!"
"You can't just sail into the sunset, you need a compact!"
"You mean a compass, idiot!"
"Yeah, one of those," Kane said dismissively, waving a hand around before adjusting his "pirate" hat made of large leaves that they had found in the shrubbery nearby.
"But all happy endings end with them sailing into the sunset!" pouted the girl across from him, folding her arms over her chest.
"Alright, fine, we can sail into the sunset then," Kane said, rolling his eyes.
Kane slowly became aware of his surroundings again as though awakening from a dream. Turning around, he wondered what made him think of that. That sail boat that had a hole punctured through the middle; it hadn't been good for anything but being a new play spot for them when they were children.
Then it hit him.
Slamming a fist into his open palm, Kane looked up excitedly.
"That's it!" he said enthusiastically. "Instead of scrapping the Shooting Star, why not make it into something useful for other people? It could be a playground if we brought it on shore for little kids!" The excitement at his idea was unmistakable.