Mutters came from the crew 'Don't tell me it's another monster…' Jeanne said nervously.
"Yeah, well you're Dad didn't just leave. He went off and became a revolutionary– Or should I say The Revolutionary." He Gestured with his hand
"Tigre, you're dads name is Tigre. Or now the Tiger." He pursed his fingers on the bridge of his nose "He was the same way as you were…"
"The leader of The Milita." Raven confirmed. Jacks letting out another sigh "Don't, Remind me."
"Ugh, Ya know, Reports said he actually came to see you off in Louge Town. But it seems like you never saw him…" Jack leaned back in the chair.
"No. I didn't but I think I felt him. He must've been the one that distracted the Marines…" Leroy commented.
"Yeah, that's my Son, and your dad. Whatever… I'd rather not think about that right now, I'm sure if you ever meet each other you'll get along just fine." Jacks temper began to be restrained.
"Tch. Maybe…" Leroy gave a soff. 'He is a Revolutionary.' Leroy thought. 'And he left me.' He let out a sigh. The room calming down.
Jack gave a deep sigh "Okay. I think that's enough." Jack slapped his hands on his knees and let out another sigh. Seeing that it was best to leave now. He then stood from his seat and pulled out a cherry cigar, lighting it with a golden decorated flip lighter.
"I should be leaving now." He gestured his head to sinatra and coma, the Latter rushing out of the Room, while the former sauntered out.
"Leroy, You know I love you. And I just want the best for you. You and Azar. So make sure to rest up here. The Marines won't give you or your crew any trouble. Maybe I can feed them the line that a family quarrel can never result in an arrest." He cracked a smile as he put his hat back on.
"Just remember. The next time I see you–"
"You won't be my Grampa…?" Leroy said solemnly, with a slight smile "Hah. Close enough." The Vice Admiral then gave a hand signal, and Sinatra gave commands for the Marines to roll out.
"Someone should fix this." Jack said as the stone and wood of the hole in the wall creaked beneath his shoe as he walked away…
Leroy fell back in his chair as the Gates shut. Jeanne and the other letting out sigh in some form or another. Dezzi pipping up "Well that was intense…"
"Yeah, that's usually how it goes." Leroy confirmed, wiping the corner of his eye of a small tear.
Calliope held up the blueprints to the Sky near the Docks at her warehouse. A construction sight of scaffolding and a temporary camp having been set up for the Nuff Wright Company. Some of the others from the Orphan Punks chipping in their own labor. It was the least they could do, any of them could do for both Calliope and the Red Sashes.
Winslow walked up with the large work belt on his hip, a Flannel across his body with the sleeves rolled up and a bandana around his forehead. "Should take about a week to do if we keep pace. But this is probably one of the biggest ships this Islands ever worked on. At least within the past two or three decades. I'm surprised you're not making it out of metal." The Mayor, and currently dock Director scratched the back of his head "Or well, the parts not made out of Ebony Ironwood."
Ebony Ironwood. A special and highly coveted tree that initially cost would have Cost Winslow close to a billion Berry to buy if it hadn't been that this wood was surplus and left behind by the original Wright Guild and left in the Will and Testament of Polly for his daughter.
It had a dark color, deep and oaky with a tinge of red from the process the formed it, amber in the soil of the home island with rich minerals and the species natural resistance haroled it as a 'Treasure Tree'. It was strong enough that it could withstand the depths of the deepest ocean without worry; cannon balls, fire, bullets, explosions. All of it was almost useless against Ironwood.
Ebony Ironwood. A special and highly coveted tree that initially cost would have Cost Winslow close to a billion Berry to buy if it hadn't been that this wood was surplus and left behind by the original Wright Guild and left in the Will and Testament of Polly for his daughter.
It had a dark color, deep and oaky with a tinge of red from the process the formed it, amber in the soil of the home island with rich minerals and the species natural resistance haroled it as a 'Treasure Tree'. It was strong enough that it could withstand the depths of the deepest ocean without worry; cannon balls, fire, bullets, explosions. All of it was almost useless against Ironwood.
The only thing that it wasn't 'Weak' to was a finely sharpened blade. But then again, even the strongest of diamonds can be nicked by a razor.
Day 1
Wooden planers scraped across the Ironwood, shaving off wafer thin pieces to become finely crafted pieces of the future ships frame. It's very foundation. Others swung hickory Adze's to dig deep into the wood to form concaves where other pieces of the timber would sit
Hammers slammed against would, while larger sledges slammed huge nails over a foot long into the frame. Calliope had a white red bandana on her forehead, Winslow next to her as sweat beat down her face as she wrote vigorously
She directed people across the temporary yard as all the Available Nuff Wright Shipwrights, carrying huge bundles of materials while the Crews belongings sat in boxes, Kirks Trees and Garden for instance sitting out on the Deck of the Pett Bett. A Single worker making sure it got watered
After only twelve hours of hard work (With well deserved, plentiful breaks) the partial skeleton that wasn't complete was already nearly twice the size of the Palm! And it was only the frame with large ribs coming from the keel
Day 2 and 3
The Second and Third Day was spent finishing up the Skeleton of the Ship. It was turning out to be a large mixture of a Galleon and A Carrick at the same time, it was already clear that there'd be a large deck, but with other doors raising up to border the Deck
The Next day an Intense Storm came through, causing the Shipwrights to be housed for nearly the entire day.
Then around noon, the overcast came out, ceasing the rain.
Luckily for the Crew, Only Kale and Leroys faces were on Display. Noirs never having been seen in full on the posters. Then Everyone else was yet to be identified by poster. Allowing them to make orders at the Shopping Districts on the First Level, on the tab of the City as Thanks.
But by the time night came around, a round figure head was beginning to be shaved away…