"Welcome to the Silverhold! What are you two looking for?" a marine standing at the dock and asked.
"Hello! We are here to join the Grand Navy! Where is the way?" Percy asked.
The marine said with a smile "Of course, we accept new recruits. I would like to inform you two that registration will starts after the ceremony, so please spend your time and wanders around. This place is busier then usual."
"Ahhh, I see. I appreciate your help!"
"No problem."
Percy then look at Derrick. " Should we go?"
"Let's go!"
Due to the crowds, Derrick and Percy having a hard time to pass through, and that's where they stumble upon a weapon stall.
"Quality weapons on sales! Worthy enough for you to have!" The merchant yelled.
"Look! A weaponry stall. I should get a cool looking guns!" Percy excited.
Derrick nodded, then start to look across the items on the tables.
"Swords, guns, shield, staff and even the hammers." He muttered in mind.
As he was watching the weapons intently, a rusty sword has caught his eyes.
"Mister, I would like to buy this. How much is the galleons?"
The merchant gushed. "Great taste customer! This is not an ordinary rusty sword but rather an arcanium sword. However, due to certain reasons it once absorbed water magic and became this looking." He paused, and then swore. "Customer, if you manage to fix this, I would gift it to you. It once was a really eye-catching one."
"Don't even bother on racketeering! Damn profiteer." Percy bothered the conversation and spatted.
Derrick ponders.....
After a while, he asked. "Sorry, I am not a blacksmith either a magic expert. I will just get this pairs of dual swords. Thanks."
"See! Derrick know your stuff are unworthy, don't even know how you got here."
The merchant sighed, stood still, finally made up his mind. "Customer, I believed the sword have no uses besides me, instead will somehow restore it's former glory on your side. I understood these might all be all my fantasy, but after all, i rather to have it on hopes then stuck inside of a barrel for the rest of the life."
Derrick look at him, accepted his request and took the sword.
Soon, they left the stall.
"Are you serious? The shopkeeper gave you a piece of rusty sword, and you still take it? You must be insane for this." Percy bewildered.
"Instead of focusing on the sword, how about you focus on the person? How well is a good isn't define by it's strength, it's define by how well the user use it. I believed what the true meaning of being a warrior...."
Percy shrugged and said. "Doesn't matters to me, I found another pair of flintlocks at other store. Better than the one we just see."
They continue walks, on this bustling island....