Post by Fox on Apr 5, 2020 19:07:13 GMT -5
This was a peaceful island. While his companions went into town to collect supplies and other essentials, Wight had decided to stray from the docks and wander a little. Something about the smiles on the faces of the people here set his mind at ease. He made landfall a short way outside of town and transformed back into his robot mode, rotating his fingers around to loosen them. Staying in his alternate mode for so long had a tendency to make his joints stiffen. While there was the danger of being spotted by the local inhabitants of the island, Wight felt that the risk was relatively low. The wide expanses of land would allow him some freedom of movement.
So, he walked for a while in the farmland, careful to avoid trampling any growing crops or stepping into the active fields. He stopped by a windmill for a moment and twirled its blades idly with a finger. According to his records, Windia was a kingdom belonging to the World Government. Seeing things this way, it made him wonder if the World Government was really all that bad. Then again, he was not aware of the history that led to Windia joining and besides, Wight couldn’t agree with their methodology. He knew what he had been constructed to do. That in itself was enough to put him at odds with them.
Moving away from the windmill, Wight started the long walk back to the shoreline. He ought to be getting back soon. If he wasn’t waiting at the docks, his crewmates would grow concerned and try and ascertain his whereabouts. He did not want to trouble them unnecessarily. On his way, he thought about their plans for the future. He had not needed to consider that until recently. What should they do? Where should they go? Their status as pirates set them in opposition to the World Government. Did that mean that conflict was inevitable? His primary directive was to create a united world… but he did not want to approach that through the same means as the World Government.
Pushing that issue aside for the moment, Wight instead decided that they should next look for some type of vessel. He could not carry them forever. He was not a suitable vessel for travel in the Blues, let alone the more dangerous waters of the Grand Line or other seas. He checked his records for a suitable island in the West Blue to acquire a boat from.
So, he walked for a while in the farmland, careful to avoid trampling any growing crops or stepping into the active fields. He stopped by a windmill for a moment and twirled its blades idly with a finger. According to his records, Windia was a kingdom belonging to the World Government. Seeing things this way, it made him wonder if the World Government was really all that bad. Then again, he was not aware of the history that led to Windia joining and besides, Wight couldn’t agree with their methodology. He knew what he had been constructed to do. That in itself was enough to put him at odds with them.
Moving away from the windmill, Wight started the long walk back to the shoreline. He ought to be getting back soon. If he wasn’t waiting at the docks, his crewmates would grow concerned and try and ascertain his whereabouts. He did not want to trouble them unnecessarily. On his way, he thought about their plans for the future. He had not needed to consider that until recently. What should they do? Where should they go? Their status as pirates set them in opposition to the World Government. Did that mean that conflict was inevitable? His primary directive was to create a united world… but he did not want to approach that through the same means as the World Government.
Pushing that issue aside for the moment, Wight instead decided that they should next look for some type of vessel. He could not carry them forever. He was not a suitable vessel for travel in the Blues, let alone the more dangerous waters of the Grand Line or other seas. He checked his records for a suitable island in the West Blue to acquire a boat from.