"Is it easy, Kirk?" Leroy looked to his Navigator as he rested an arm behind Him. The Shade from the awning-like cover above them kept them from the sun that was now high in the Sky.
"It's pretty easy. And these Channel horses are really responsive." As if on cue, he tugged the reins to one side to turn down another canal way after waiting a Paddle-Go to take it's path
"And it's not too bad of Traffic either. I'm surprised theres like- No people out here to let others know when its okay to go. The most I've seen are those signs."
He pointed to one of the lengths of rope that hung over the entire canal, a wide rectangular sign that said 'Wait'. With another sign next to it that said '12 H' Though what both Leroy and The others of the crew thought was an 'H' was actually a symbol for speed. A curving H with the right dash smaller than the left, a curving s shape in the middle.
"Maybe it's…For speed?" Kirk cocked an eyebrow.
"Maybe? All the other Paddle-Goes seem to be going the same Speed."
Indeed, the Theory posed by both The Captain and the Navigator was true. The symbol was meant for 'Channel Speed' measured in increments called Canal Knot. Which was 3:1 in Kilometers Per Hour.
As for the Paddle Boat, they could go faster but not as fast as Channel Horses. Which was why the Canal Knot was based and even designed around Channel Horses. Long Long time ago, far before the filtering systems in Water 9 that got rid of the waste produced by Channel Horses, the first signs for a speed limit were depicted as a horse with a hand over it. And over the years, that symbol was shaped into what was seen now.
"We don't even know where to go…" Kirk grimaced as he kept his eyes open. Looking around.
"It's cool to see so many shops, like there was a shop just for eggs I just saw. But it gets a bit cramped. I haven't seen any homes though. Everyone seems so happy at these shops too. It's nice to see people doing and selling what they love."
"Yeah- Like Director-Mayor Winslow. He seems to love Shipwrighting, but all that Berry goes back into the city!"
"I'm getting tired of looking, I'll be right back-" Leroy said, as he began to stand up
"Leroy! Don-" But before Kirk could finish, the captain Slung his arm out and gripped the gutter of a building and slung his way up onto the roof! The red tiles clattering as he looked around. The people around suddenly stop and point at Leroy in a spectacle.
"Egh…Still nothing…" He let his head hang for a moment. "Gum Gum…Periscope!" He muttered under his breath as he lengthed his legs and allowed his torso to grow and stretch! His neck doing the same to allow him to look all across the section of Water 9.
"Thats better…I wonder if I can see Noir from here…" His gaze crossed the section, looking closely for something like a bank. Or a fence. "Oh! There!"
"Leroy! Leroy!!" Kirks words finally broke through. Catching the Captains attention as he returned back to normal. "People are staring!"
Around the building, there was a crowd of people looking up, some taking pictures with Den Den Mushi or even flash-photos. "Oh…Heheheheh" Leroy gave a devious chuckle as he basked in the attention, giving a wave to the Cameras.
"Maybe one of those will be by new bounty." He spoke to himself as he dropped back to the street, Kirk suddenly gripping him by the collar of his hoodie and pulling him back onto the Carriage and flicking his wrist a few times to get the Channel Horses to speed away!
Kále stretched and cracked his neck as he climbed out of the Crew Quarters. Now dressed in a Dark gray Riding jacket with a purple undershirt. Flared bottom pants that were like joggers with brown boots to finish it off. His bandana wrapped around his wrist as his holster was around his waist.
"Is it easy, Kirk?" Leroy looked to his Navigator as he rested an arm behind Him. The Shade from the awning-like cover above them kept them from the sun that was now high in the Sky.
"It's pretty easy. And these Channel horses are really responsive." As if on cue, he tugged the reins to one side to turn down another canal way after waiting a Paddle-Go to take it's path
"And it's not too bad of Traffic either. I'm surprised theres like- No people out here to let others know when its okay to go. The most I've seen are those signs."
He pointed to one of the lengths of rope that hung over the entire canal, a wide rectangular sign that said 'Wait'. With another sign next to it that said '12 H' Though what both Leroy and The others of the crew thought was an 'H' was actually a symbol for speed. A curving H with the right dash smaller than the left, a curving s shape in the middle.
"Maybe it's…For speed?" Kirk cocked an eyebrow.
"Maybe? All the other Paddle-Goes seem to be going the same Speed."
Indeed, the Theory posed by both The Captain and the Navigator was true. The symbol was meant for 'Channel Speed' measured in increments called Canal Knot. Which was 3:1 in Kilometers Per Hour.
As for the Paddle Boat, they could go faster but not as fast as Channel Horses. Which was why the Canal Knot was based and even designed around Channel Horses. Long Long time ago, far before the filtering systems in Water 9 that got rid of the waste produced by Channel Horses, the first signs for a speed limit were depicted as a horse with a hand over it. And over the years, that symbol was shaped into what was seen now.
"We don't even know where to go…" Kirk grimaced as he kept his eyes open. Looking around.
"It's cool to see so many shops, like there was a shop just for eggs I just saw. But it gets a bit cramped. I haven't seen any homes though. Everyone seems so happy at these shops too. It's nice to see people doing and selling what they love."
"Yeah- Like Director-Mayor Winslow. He seems to love Shipwrighting, but all that Berry goes back into the city!"
"I'm getting tired of looking, I'll be right back-" Leroy said, as he began to stand up
"Leroy! Don-" But before Kirk could finish, the captain Slung his arm out and gripped the gutter of a building and slung his way up onto the roof! The red tiles clattering as he looked around. The people around suddenly stop and point at Leroy in a spectacle.
"Egh…Still nothing…" He let his head hang for a moment. "Gum Gum…Periscope!" He muttered under his breath as he lengthed his legs and allowed his torso to grow and stretch! His neck doing the same to allow him to look all across the section of Water 9.
"Thats better…I wonder if I can see Noir from here…" His gaze crossed the section, looking closely for something like a bank. Or a fence. "Oh! There!"
"Leroy! Leroy!!" Kirks words finally broke through. Catching the Captains attention as he returned back to normal. "People are staring!"
Around the building, there was a crowd of people looking up, some taking pictures with Den Den Mushi or even flash-photos. "Oh…Heheheheh" Leroy gave a devious chuckle as he basked in the attention, giving a wave to the Cameras.
"Maybe one of those will be by new bounty." He spoke to himself as he dropped back to the street, Kirk suddenly gripping him by the collar of his hoodie and pulling him back onto the Carriage and flicking his wrist a few times to get the Channel Horses to speed away!
Kále stretched and cracked his neck as he climbed out of the Crew Quarters. Now dressed in a Dark gray Riding jacket with a purple undershirt. Flared bottom pants that were like joggers with brown boots to finish it off. His bandana wrapped around his wrist as his holster was around his waist.
"Ahem." Kále cleared his throat as he pulled his swords out and sat them in front of himself. His nap was over. But now he had to Meditate. They may not have encountered trouble. But the it was his Job as First Mate to always be ready.
Crossing his legs, he bent forward, hands on the deck and rested his forehead on his knuckles.
Setting back up, he pulled the cleaning kit out and sat it down. And gave another bow. After he finished he would tend to his swords. Steadying his breathing, Kále rested his hands, clasped loosely together, into his lap.
Meditation was always a way to have clarity on something. For the Swordsman, it was a way to look back on his training, and to ruminate by himself. While also clearing his mind to focus on just that. Now? Kále was thinking about how he could improve himself.
He had an Idea. An Image in his mind. But as he deeply pushed out all around him, all noise.
There was a clatter against the ship as a figure landed on its deck in a soft landing.
"This their ship huh? Looks like shit…" The figure ran a hand up the mast and across the metal that held it together.
"Yeah…No wonder Winslow said this wasn't fixable."
The Figure was tall, very tall. At least at 7 feet. His skin was an earthy tone of white. He wore a flannel shirt, a pair of overalls and a tool belt. His face was square and chiseled, large cheek bones. His hair was buzzed and held a bandana across his forehead.
But- The Strangest thing of all. Was his arms. He didn't have just two. But four. Two sets of working comfortable shoulders, with their own wrapped sleeves.
This was a Race of People known as the Hecatons
The Man scratched at his bandana, turning around. Only for his eyes to squint. A Hardened gaze looking at Kále. Giving a questioning grunt.
Turning, he put a boot onto the railing. And Disappeared.
Letting out a sigh, Kále spoke "I thought he'd never leave."