Post by mildofthewild on Aug 16, 2020 15:04:59 GMT -5
The warmth beaming down from the sun overhead was a calming reminder of where he had come from. The thin film of salt coating his skin from the crashing sea foam was like a home-knit blanket, caressing the large Fishman as the civilian vessel pulls into port. There were many islands he wanted to visit, but this was at the top of the list:
The Holy Remunun Empire.
Arts and Craftsmanship are regarded with utmost respect in these waters, the stonework legendary among anyone hoping to make it as an architect. Orous had studied the island's history and work ethic when he was a child, back when he had the notion that a ship made out of rocks was possible. He chuckles lightly at the thought, surprising himself with how fondly he could look back on the moment. Back then, the dream was just a twinkle in his eye; but after what he and Rince went through on Notice Island, he was ready to make that a reality.
His sandles creak as he makes his way along the dock, noticing the lack of any prolonged glares or looks. Maybe Fishman weren't so feared in these waters; he did notice the more he traveled, the stronger people seemed to be. Maybe out here he's not much of a threat.
Well, that ought to be a good thing, but another thought had been weighing on his mind; how beaten and broken he had been after his fight with the Stone Scale Pirates. If that took a lot out of him, he couldn't imagine how he would square up against people on the Grand Line. If he couldn't at least protect himself, his dream might be over before it begins, no matter how much he learns. Which is why this trip had another purpose...to learn how to fight.
While pacifism was well in concept, Orous couldn't stand the thought of watching his ships get torn apart again. If he could help it, nothing would happen to his ships again...
Until he finds a suitable teacher, however, he would at least enjoy some sightseeing. It's not often he could revel in artistry, especially on this scale.
The Holy Remunun Empire.
Arts and Craftsmanship are regarded with utmost respect in these waters, the stonework legendary among anyone hoping to make it as an architect. Orous had studied the island's history and work ethic when he was a child, back when he had the notion that a ship made out of rocks was possible. He chuckles lightly at the thought, surprising himself with how fondly he could look back on the moment. Back then, the dream was just a twinkle in his eye; but after what he and Rince went through on Notice Island, he was ready to make that a reality.
His sandles creak as he makes his way along the dock, noticing the lack of any prolonged glares or looks. Maybe Fishman weren't so feared in these waters; he did notice the more he traveled, the stronger people seemed to be. Maybe out here he's not much of a threat.
Well, that ought to be a good thing, but another thought had been weighing on his mind; how beaten and broken he had been after his fight with the Stone Scale Pirates. If that took a lot out of him, he couldn't imagine how he would square up against people on the Grand Line. If he couldn't at least protect himself, his dream might be over before it begins, no matter how much he learns. Which is why this trip had another purpose...to learn how to fight.
While pacifism was well in concept, Orous couldn't stand the thought of watching his ships get torn apart again. If he could help it, nothing would happen to his ships again...
Until he finds a suitable teacher, however, he would at least enjoy some sightseeing. It's not often he could revel in artistry, especially on this scale.