Wealth, Adventure, and the Open Sea: A One Piece RP.(Arc 4: Porte Carlo.)

[Mr. Omega]

They arrived at the ship, and Peter stretched his hands out "Say hello to my baby!" The ship actually seemed a little smaller then when they first got it, but now the entire ship was made of metal. Or at least was covered in it, and bits of the wood that made it before were taken to form a quartet of paddle-wheels on the side. There were a couple chimneys on the top of the cabin. There were a couple small sails along with the main sail, and the crow's nest seemed somewhat expansive compared to a normal crow's nest.

The cannon Peter used back in Jingo was at the front of the ship. He pulled out his gun and fired a grappling hook, clinging to the side as he pulled himself up, lowering the gangplank. "Still need to get the engine running. Had to jack a couple furnaces, get a metric load of scrap metal and stuff all in the lowest deck. The final components are all still missing. Once we get to our first stop in the Grand Line, this baby'll be TRULY complete. Hell, Porte Carlo will have some pretty important parts. Still, the sails work just fine. It works as a good ship... but once it's done... HOOOOOO BOY..."

He walked up, gesturing for them to walk up. "Ok, some rules and warnings. Bottom deck is off limits. That'll be the engine room. All the rooms are empty. Not even any beds. Sammi can make some makeshift hammocks. We need to get a fridge. Bring all the food we got and store it right in the front. The first two floors have a wooden interior, the bottom floor is all metal, as well as my own cabin. And yes, I claimed my own room. And while we're at it, knock if you need to go into my room, and if there's no answer, DON'T ENTER. I gotta say, the first couple days aren't exactly gonna be a pleasure cruise, but we should get this working soon..."

 

[tsatoma]

Alaena stayed quiet as Peter went over the features of his ship and lowered the gangplank for everyone to use. The ship was definitely unique in design compared to any Alaena had seen through her many years of travel. 'All this metal will certainly make it safer. I do wonder how heavy this ship is compared to one the same size; this metal has to add on quite a bit of weight,' she thought to herself as she climbed the gangplank and got a look of the deck. The size of it was suitable for a crew as big as Peter's, and while it looked somewhat plain it could be spruced up a bit when the rest of the ship was finished.

"I have a question Peter. Do we get to have individual rooms or are we bunking together? Along with that will there be a separate room that can be the medical one, or will it have to be in my own room?" she asked after Peter talked about the living conditions, looking at the large crow's nest up above.

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

As they walked towards the ship, Hal lit up a cigarette and just sorta zoned out. He couldn't deny that Peter made some cool stuff, but Hal wasn't nearly as interested in it as Peter seemed to be. So Hal tuned out his ramblings until they reached the ship. It wasn't too surprising that Peter had made such a unique looking ship. Damn... Can a ship really float with all that metal on it? I guess it must. Well, it's a hell of a lot better than the one I've been going around on. Looks like it can take a good beating too.

Alaena brought up a good question about their living arrangements and Hal felt the need to echo the sentiment. "Uh, yeah what she said. No offense Yoje, but I ain't gonna shack up with another dude if I can help it. It'd be nice to have a good sized cargo hold too..."

 

[Mr. Omega]

Peter stopped his ramblings and turned to the others. "There'll be 3 big rooms on the top deck, 6 rooms big enough for quarters on the second deck, and two very large rooms at the bottom. Hal, we could use the bottom for cargo, just keeping it away from the engines. Most of those would go around the back, so the cargo'd be at the front, so I could probably get a good sized hole and some systems for easily transporting big things between the three levels easily. One of the big rooms on top is reserved for my lab. Alaena, I'm sure you can use one of them for your medical purposes. I planned to use the third for the kitchen once we get the gear. I don't really plan on getting my own room down below, so assuming Grana gets here before we leave, everyone has their own room, and we'll have a couple left over if people are willing to share. Keep in mind, the quarters aren't all the same size, the closer to the center you get, the bigger they are."

He then turned back, walking over to the mast. There were several levers and pulleys and knobs all along it. "Right... we'll wait a little bit longer for Grana. Does anyone have any questions?"

He looked at a clock and saw it was still somewhat early, about 9:15. "He's got 45 minutes. It'll take us pretty much the rest of the day to get to Porte Carlo at max speed, and I'd really prefer if we did out supply hunting in the day. We can't wait all day for him, and I'd really prefer it if we had a navigator heading into the Grand Line as opposed to trying to find one after the fact..."

He then turned to the others. "Ok, anyone else got any questions? If not, I suggest you claim your rooms quick..." he smirked.

 

[CounterAttack]

So this was the ship that Marielle would be travelling on... she liked the look of it from the outside. She figured the metal plating covering most of the exterior gave it a rugged, tough figure, like a warship of some kind. Built to last in a naval battle, but she had taken some hard knocks in the past. Marielle liked doing that: dreaming up stories. Everything had a tale to tell, depending on the storyteller.

Except herself.

Setting that thought aside, Marielle paid heed to her new captain's words. Don't go downstairs, easy enough. Knock before entering, also easy. Common courtesy. Grab a room or be forced to bunk with someone... she barely knew these people, except Sammi and perhaps Hal and Yoje. She would definitely need to claim a room as her own: one of the ones on the second deck would suit her.

Marielle figured she didn't need much space. Just a bed or hammock - the latter of which would be weird to sleep in - and somewhere to stow her pack so it wouldn't slide around with the ship's swaying or spill her possessions everywhere. Maybe she could requisition a small table if she felt the need to write something down.

"Um... I don't think there's anything from me, captain," she quietly answered. She looked around a little, intending to head below deck to find herself a room, but wasn't sure of where to go. She would follow someone else, if they knew where they were going.

 

[GoWithDAFro]

Since there was going to be a room for all of them anyway, Yoje didn't feel there was much of point in rushing to claim a room. Come to think of it, I left all my stuff in Jingo. Oh, well, I didn't have that much on me, and I can replace it all once we get to Porte Carlo. Until then, I guess I'll just explore the ship, get some more rest He made his way across the deck, taking in the sight of the ship. He'd never seen one like this before, and apparently Peter wasn't even done yet. "It's hard to believe this is the same ship as before. The shipwrights here have some real skills."

 

[NeoAC]

Sammi didn't even recognize the ship they had commandeered way back on Jingo. The ship before only looked fit to host ass-kissing competitions amongst the Governor's lackeys. Now? Now this ship looked ready to go to war. She was actually excited until Peter told her the task she had ahead of her. Son of a *****...

As she climbed aboard with the rest of the crew, Peter told her the protocol for room picking. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but since you know, I'm first mate, and apparently I'm going to be making all your beds, I should probably get the biggest room. Just saying."

 

[tsatoma]

Alaena nodded at Peter's suggestion for the medical room, figuring that she would need one of the larger rooms. While the crew was small there could always be the chance that half of them could be injured at once, and if she was going to be taking quite a few things from the Marines then she would definitely need the room.

'I can build basic furniture for myself with just some wood, though I should probably make them at least somewhat presentable if they'll be used in the medical room. Need to make cabinets and shelves to store everything, a desk or two, some cleaning supplies will be needed too to keep everything sterilized. I will more than likely need two beds even though the crew is small...it's a good thing Hal's going to help me with all of my supplies,' she thought to herself, peering over to the doors that she assumed led to the larger rooms and below.

"I can take one of the smaller cabins. I don't need a lot of room, just enough to fit a desk and a bed. I'll also just sleep on the floor until we get to Porte Carlo and can attain some basic things," she stated to the others after turning back towards them, glimpsing Fletch landing on top of the crow's nest above the ship with his own lunch.

 

[GoWithDAFro]

Yoje nodded at Sammi's declaration. "Sounds fair, Sammi. That room is all yours." He turned to face the rest of the crew. "I'll just take whichever one is left when you guys all pick. Any of the rooms should have enough space for me." My kangaroo form doesn't take up that much more space than me, and the only luxury I'd really want for my room is a punching bag to drill on. It shouldn't be a problem.

 

[Mr. Omega]

Peter watched them go and try to get ready. After a while he looked at a clock. "30 minutes left... hopefully by then all the beds will be set and everyone will have their rooms settled." He kept looking out to the docks.

He then shouted out to Aleana. "There might be some leftover wood down in the room across from the engines rooms. Got all sorts of junk there."

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

Hearing that the bottom floor would be used for a cargo hold and that he would have his own room was more than enough to satisfy Hal. If he had enough room for supplies and merchandise and a place to sleep, he was already better off than he was on that last piece of junk he called a ship. He didn't need much besides a bed, a desk, and probably a safe to keep all his cash and valuables in. All of that wouldn't be too hard to get at Porte Carlo. Once again it was just a matter of carrying it all.


"Yeah, I don't need anything too fancy either. I'll just go grab whichever ones closest while we wait for Grana." Hal said to no one in particular as he headed to go check out the rooms below deck. It would be nice to go check out the area they'd be using for cargo, but Hal really wanted to just go sleep off his hangover. Hopefully, they wouldn't need him to do anything while they were sailing and he could just stay in his room the whole way.

 

[CounterAttack]

Figuring she wouldn't be needed unless she was called, Marielle followed Hal belowdecks, assuming he was heading for the cabins. The cabin deck appeared to be fairly expansive: the six cabins filled up the majority of the space, and a central hallway passed through the middle of the deck.

"Hmm... okay, so the two in the middle are the largest," she mused to herself. With that in mind she opened the door of one of the two smaller cabins on the right-hand side. Or rather, the starboard side, as she should be calling it. It seemed a decent size, so Marielle simply slipped her pack off of her shoulders and set it in one of the corners, pulling off her jacket and draping it over the top of the pack.

When she was satisfied, Marielle stopped in the open doorway and leaned up against one of the sides, not really sure of what to do with herself. There wasn't much need for smashing things aboard a ship such as this.

 

[tsatoma]

"That would work just fine, thank you Peter. Would it be too much to ask if I could borrow some of your tools to use? I have none myself, but I only need a few things to start working. Hopefully I can get some of the things needed at least partially done before we get to Porte Carlo. I still need to start a profile for everyone too, though some things I won't be able to learn until I get the right equipment. I'll need to write down a list of things necessary," Alaena stated, making mental notes of all the things she needed to do.

She headed below deck after Hal and Marielle, dropping off her two satchels in one of the smaller cabins on the port side. Once those were safely put in a corner she headed down further until she reached two rooms down below. Peaking inside one of them showed the large metal engines inside it, currently still while they were docked. 'So that means the other one is the one filled with junk that I can use.'

There certainly was a lot of scraps in the room, with Alaena having to push the door open due to some junk in front of it. "More than enough that can be used," she stated as she started to rummage for suitable pieces of wood to use.

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

Hal made his way down the stairs and stepped into the first cabin he could reach. It looked to be about medium sized compared to the others, but Hal didn't really care about that. Easy access to the stairs was all that really mattered. He set his briefcase down by the door and moved to the opposite wall. There, he sat down, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He had just woken up, but a nice nap sounded pretty good.

Unfortunately, his pounding headache wasn't going to let him off that easy. Alone in his room, there wasn't enough to distract him from it it seemed. With a sigh, he opened his eyes and looked around the room from where he was sitting. "Well, I guess here is as good a place as any for the bed. The desk can go over on that wall. And the safe will be right next to it I guess. Oh, I'm gonna need to buy a nice big book to use for a ledger too. That's nothing compared to the rest of it though."

Planning the layout of his cabin took his mind off the headache. Not enough to let him get some more sleep, but it would have to do for now.

 

[Mr. Omega]

Peter looked at the clock. "Ok, 15 minutes left. It's now or never, man..." he took one more look to the port. "Ok, everyone. Everyone all sorted out? Ready to go?"

 

[CounterAttack]

Her cabin claimed, Marielle closed the door behind her and headed up to the upper deck in case Peter was still around. She found the captain just as he was asking whether everyone was ready. "I'm good to go... just need to figure out what I'm actually doing to help out aboard the ship, is all," she answered, standing off to one side. She still felt a little awkward about having joined up with a crew of pirates.

Marielle wasn't entirely sure about leaving someone behind, even if they were late. But then, that Grana person hadn't exactly made a good first impression during the battle in Lasklee. If it was Peter's decision to leave him behind, she wouldn't speak up against the idea.

 

[Mr. Omega]

He sighed as the clock his 10. "COME ON, PEOPLE! Let's set sail!" he lowered the sails and they began heading out to sea. "Ok, we'll be at sea for the next couple days before we arrive. Get everything ready, and give Hal and Sammi a list of the supplies you want from Porte Carlo."
[hr]

In Porte Carlo, a couple men were unloading barrels from their ship, with Yezeku supervising them. "Be careful with those, boys. It's more valuable than your lives..."

Gezora appeared behind him, looking very angry. "Hippocrates has been looking all over the base for you. What the hell's going on? And what are these?"

"Souvenirs from Lasklee, courtesy of Inshi Yarrakona. So what's pale, tall and creepy want with me? I managed to help him with those files he's been looking over ever since we left. Guy's got a thing for this crew, doesn't he?" Yezeku said, stretching at the last part.

"He thinks he's onto something involving another incident, and your recent observations may have him with another lead. Still, it does get annoying when the captain gets like this..." Gezora shrugged at the last part.
"This is a regular thing, then?" Yezeku smirked.
"Someone in that crew piqued his interest. Don't know which one it is, but he thinks it has something to do with some incident up north."
"I gave him my theory. Does he need me to prove myself?" Yezeku shrugged.
"Actually, yes. Whatever you told him, he thinks you might be onto something."
"It was a lucky guess on my part,considering I managed to get a good look at a couple members of this crew right before I left Lasklee. But tell him I'll be right there once I'm done unloading." He turned back to the barrels. "PUT YOUR BACK INTO IT, BOYS!"

[hr]

The rest of the day was uninteresting, and the night came quickly. Peter called out to the others "Get some sleep, everyone. We hit land in the morning!" He could see Porte Carlo in the distance. It was already midnight, so he was waiting for the sun to rise before they went there. "We're fine here. We're right in front of the biggest Marine outpost in the West Blue. Nobody is stupid enough to attack us here. Plus this ship has never been seen before, and has no pirate flag, so we wont' be getting any interruptions from either side of the law."

Peter went downstairs to start working on some things in the engine room. "Hopefully Hal can find the parts I need..." Peter stopped in his quarters, checking a briefcase where he kept the blueprints for the ship. "There we are..." he pulled out some papers for the engines. "Time to get to work..."

 

[tsatoma]

Once Peter finished making his announcement that they had reached Porte Carlo and would dock in the morning, Alaena went back into her room where she was currently working on making a makeshift desk. The majority of the day had been spent on making furnishings for the medical room on the top deck until the sun started to set. The cabinets were finished for the medical room, along with some basic piping for the sink that would be put into it.

'Which reminds me I need to add that onto the list,' she told herself as she stopped hammering and grabbed a scrap of paper she was using to write down a list of things needed. Initially she figured most of the things could be attained from the Marine base, but after writing everything down she knew that there was simply too much needed. 'Some of the more common supplies I'll just have to buy. It's only the things that there is no way I can get legitimately that I should take, and even then it'll be tough to get everything out of the base. A lot more difficult then I first thought.'

She added a sink onto the basic list of things she could buy, looking over the list before placing it back down. 'I need to ask Hal if he can look into these while I do my recon,' she thought, opening one of her satchels and counting out some of the money she had, 'This should be a sufficient amount for everything on my list. I should still talk to him first though. And also start making a profile for everyone, even if that means having to go to them since they seemingly won't come to me about it.'

It annoyed her that no one had come in to talk to her even after she had told them that she wanted to make a medical profile for everyone. 'Even though I can't check for everything it'd still be good just to start making one,' she thought as she grabbed the hammer once more and went back to making a desk.

 

[CounterAttack]

Marielle had spent most of the day doing odd jobs around the ship, the name of which was still a mystery to her... but she had also spent a fair bit of time trying to keep her balance as a result of the moving decks underneath her. She had also given some thought to a few things: first, the idea of a list of things she might need. She figured she didn't really need anything specific, having not yet found a role - aboard the ship or otherwise - that required certain items.

The second item on her list of things to think about was what she would do. A couple of people had mentioned there being a lack of decent cooking aboard: Marielle had considered the idea of being the ship's cook, though she didn't really know all that much in terms of recipes. Still, she could improvise easily enough. Though if she were to take on this role, she'd need a few essentials: pans, pots, supplies, and a kitchen in general. Peter had stated that they didn't have the gear for a kitchen just yet. Perhaps that was something that needed to be acquired.

The third and last on the list was Alaena's request for a medical examination. Marielle was a bit nervous about this, and was inclined to think that the doctor would ask a fair few questions about her multiple scars. They were one of the many things that Marielle didn't know about herself. Still, it would not be a good idea to refuse Alaena's request, since she could just as easily refuse to patch her up after a fight.

With that in mind, Marielle approached Alaena's room and knocked on the closed door a couple of times. She tried to knock loudly, in case its occupant was busy or asleep.

 

[tsatoma]

"You can come in. Careful when you enter though there is some scraps of wood next to the doorway," Alaena called out to whoever was knocking on her door, hitting the last nail into the somewhat finished desk. It still needed to be finished with some lacquer, but it was sanded down so that there were no splinters and it seemed to stand up straight. Next up she'd need to make a bed frame, but that could wait until later when she actually had a mattress to sleep on. The desk was moved over against the wall next to her satchels, and she grabbed a cloth from one of them to wipe off any dirt from her hands.