Post by Burgundy on Apr 21, 2022 4:27:45 GMT -5
Aboard The Money Penny everything was going smoothly. Their small crew of merely three was sufficient to cross the Grand Line even with the savage naval weather between islands. As this was a temporary arrangement, Lawrence had navigated the salty crew to the coasts of the very next place he had business – A land with too long a name for him to say. He'd only ever seen it written, and at first the business proposal looked like a childish prank.
When the Vivre Card actually moved uniformly, the suited sailor had no choice but to humor this arrangement. Thankfully it was the perfect opportunity to break in the new ship, and she held up beautifully. A stouter and trustier model he could never have hoped for. At least, not with his present resources.
On-board The Money Penny was Lawrence himself, along with his half-fishman bewinged mercenary R.R., and another large mercenary liberated alone from a company that bugged him. His name was Hector or something. Throughout the journey, between the navigational challenges presented by a larger ship to not-capsize, Lawrence and his hirelings had bonded a bit, getting to know one another.
The salaryman was able to discuss the basics of economics with the blue-ringed mercenary, and may have incidentally taught him what racketeering was, except posing it as a legitimate business operation. Hector eventually snapped out of the functional trance that Lawrence had initially intimidated him into, but they came to an understanding nonetheless – mostly in that Lawrence wasn't turning this ship around. He was free to find his own way back to San Faldo when they landed on... this upcoming island.
Eventually, as all things had to, they were coming up on the end. Lawrence steeled himself for the fact that he might need to adjust his navigation style soon in order to operate a caravel by himself. After all, the contract between R.R. and he was about to come to an end.
"Land Ahoy!" cried Hector from the crow's nest. Lawrence would be found in his office, tallying up the contractually agreed-upon payment, as well as a tip, totalling 350,000 beli to Ring Renegade for his hard work, and 300,000 to Hector for his trouble, each packed into a separate briefcase.
The suited sailor would emerge from the rear aftcastle. "Alright gentlemen, it's been a pleasure sailing with you. I'll be staying on this island until another business opportunity comes knocking, but once our contract is up on-shore, neither of you will have any obligation to stick around," he would explain to his hirelings.
Raising one of the briefcases which he'd decorated with a single blue circle on either face, he would say, "R.R. here's your payment." The other brief case was relatively plain and he directed it to the other mercenary, "Hector, this is yours."
"It's... uhh... Trevor," the other mercenary would say dejectedly. "Ah, oops. Trevor, then," he would correct himself, his expression unchanging as stone.
With the money handed out, he would step up to the helm and steer the ship to port, "Bring up the sails and weigh anchor. When your feet hit the docks, you're free to go."
When the Vivre Card actually moved uniformly, the suited sailor had no choice but to humor this arrangement. Thankfully it was the perfect opportunity to break in the new ship, and she held up beautifully. A stouter and trustier model he could never have hoped for. At least, not with his present resources.
On-board The Money Penny was Lawrence himself, along with his half-fishman bewinged mercenary R.R., and another large mercenary liberated alone from a company that bugged him. His name was Hector or something. Throughout the journey, between the navigational challenges presented by a larger ship to not-capsize, Lawrence and his hirelings had bonded a bit, getting to know one another.
The salaryman was able to discuss the basics of economics with the blue-ringed mercenary, and may have incidentally taught him what racketeering was, except posing it as a legitimate business operation. Hector eventually snapped out of the functional trance that Lawrence had initially intimidated him into, but they came to an understanding nonetheless – mostly in that Lawrence wasn't turning this ship around. He was free to find his own way back to San Faldo when they landed on... this upcoming island.
Eventually, as all things had to, they were coming up on the end. Lawrence steeled himself for the fact that he might need to adjust his navigation style soon in order to operate a caravel by himself. After all, the contract between R.R. and he was about to come to an end.
"Land Ahoy!" cried Hector from the crow's nest. Lawrence would be found in his office, tallying up the contractually agreed-upon payment, as well as a tip, totalling 350,000 beli to Ring Renegade for his hard work, and 300,000 to Hector for his trouble, each packed into a separate briefcase.
The suited sailor would emerge from the rear aftcastle. "Alright gentlemen, it's been a pleasure sailing with you. I'll be staying on this island until another business opportunity comes knocking, but once our contract is up on-shore, neither of you will have any obligation to stick around," he would explain to his hirelings.
Raising one of the briefcases which he'd decorated with a single blue circle on either face, he would say, "R.R. here's your payment." The other brief case was relatively plain and he directed it to the other mercenary, "Hector, this is yours."
"It's... uhh... Trevor," the other mercenary would say dejectedly. "Ah, oops. Trevor, then," he would correct himself, his expression unchanging as stone.
With the money handed out, he would step up to the helm and steer the ship to port, "Bring up the sails and weigh anchor. When your feet hit the docks, you're free to go."