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| [Graded]Final Steps; AKA: Beckwell Actually Leaves This Island, I Promise | |
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| Ace | Mar 6 2018, 06:00 PM Post #1 |
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"Mmmm. You've found yourself in quite the situation, boy." It was now nearly midnight and Beckwell had just finished telling his newly found ally – the former longarm smuggler named Beso Luzea – about his current plight. His Pop had long since departed for sleep in his own bed as it was a rather long story to catch Beso up on and he had already heard it all earlier that day. That was, after all, why he had brought Beckwell here in the first place; to seek aid from Beso. Beso took a puff of his cigar – he was now halfway through his third one since they had started talking – and leaned forward in his chair. "These pirates seem like trouble, but they're just pirates by the sound of it. More like dirty mercenaries, really. They might dress silly, walk a fancy walk, and have some physical fortitude... but they don't have spines like a real seafarer." Beso took a sip of his fourth glass of Sabaody whiskey, groaning slightly from having to move. "Yep. I bet you could just take them right on. I doubt anyone will miss them." Beckwell raised his eyebrow at Beso. "Are you positive, Mr. Luzea? If I go to an island full of pirates and start a fight with pirates, I'm going to come out unscathed?" Beso shook his head. "Pirates generally only come together if there's a common interest. Besides their hatred of the blues, anyway. These men might be feared, maybe even respected, but I can almost assured you a crew of people who just do dirty work for guys with money aren't loved or missed. Even if they somehow have a decent influence in the Piratalasia or the Underworld itself – which I highly doubt – they are replaceable. Smack them around, someone else will step right up to fill the void." |
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| Ace | Mar 6 2018, 06:01 PM Post #2 |
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That was a satisfying response. Beso looked at Beckwell's pensive expression, chuckled, then said something further which made even more sense. "Geheheheh. Boy, you're thinking wrong. You don't have to go in there and wipe this group of men off of the map. You just have to rough them up enough get your precious cargo back safe and sound." Beckwell nodded. He wasn't out for vengeance, he was simply out to retrieve Mister Barclay. The Iron Mask Pirates had put him in the hospital, sure, but it wasn't the first time he had been hospitalized doing his job. He tried not to hold grudges against those who roughed him up in the courtroom, so why hold a grudge against someone doing their job in a different kind of setting? It was sort of the same principle, even though they were on the wrong side of the law. Though to be honest, some prosecutors were too... "Your log pose, boy. How's it looking?" Beckwell was confused for a second then remembered what Beso was referring to; the compass-like navigational tool he had purchased the previous afternoon. He pulled back his sleeve and checked the apparatus that was attached to his wrist. The needle of the log pose was still jittering around, not set on one destination. "Mmmm. Not quite there yet, unfortunately. Well, then. There's only one thing to do to pass the time." Beso jumped up from his chair, sucked the rest of his cigar down like his lungs were a vacuum. He tossed what was left in the ashtray and began to stretch dramatically. "From what I've heard you can hold your own in the courtroom, which means you've got some physical ability. I have yet to see it, though. I need to make sure you have what it takes to make it out there on the seas. I have a ship, the Willem Ruys. It's fast and reliable. It's yours to take to Piratalasia if you prove to me you're a strong tribesman." Well, that was quite the offer. Beckwell couldn't possibly refuse that. "You wouldn't be able to join me, Mr. Luzea?" Beso shook his head. "Not a chance. I love the sea, but to go back to my old stomping grounds would be dragging me out of retirement. I'll show you how to handle the seas. The Willem Ruys will do the rest. He's reliable." "He?" Beckwell asked, assuming that people always called referenced their ships as female. Beso chuckled. "Geheheheh. Of course! It's named Willem after all, isn't it? That's no name for a lady!" That was... a fair point, Beckwell supposed. |
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| Ace | Mar 6 2018, 06:02 PM Post #3 |
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"Very well. I accept your offer, Mr. Luzea. I'll do my best to prove to you I'm worthy of that vessel." Beso nodded and gave Beckwell a grunt. "Let's hope so, for your sake. If you're too weak I'm not letting you go anywhere. I'm not about to let one of my brethren go off to their grave senselessly, let alone with one of my ships." Uh oh. This had just become quite an ultimatum suddenly. If Beckwell wasn't strong enough, then he was going to be out of luck. Beckwell clenched his right fist. I can't let that happen then, he thought to himself. "I'm off to change into something more athletic. You fight in that suit?" Beso said, extending his arm and poking Beckwell's tie. Beckwell nodded. "Haven't ever fought without it." "Geheheheh. I still can't believe Pop raised such a stellar young man all by himself." Beso moved past Beckwell and into the hallway, waving for Beckwell to follow him. As Beckwell entered the hallway, Beso pointed towards a door at the very end of the hallway. "That leads to my basement. Meet me down there. You'll have to light some of the torches with that fancy lighter of yours if you want to see anything." Beckwell shrugged and did as he told, heading towards the basement door as Beso went the other direction in the hallway and headed up a flight of stairs that ascended to places unknown. Beckwell opened the door and was greeted with complete darkness. A torch rested on the side of the descending stairs in a holster. Beckwell lit the torch with his cigarette lighter, took it out of the sconce and journeyed into the dark depths. |
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| Ace | Mar 6 2018, 06:02 PM Post #4 |
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As Beckwell made it to the last step, he looked around. Judging by the amount of stairs and fact that he could only see part of the gray wall that lay adjacent to the stairs he had just descended, this basement was in fact very large. Unlit torches adorned the walls every few feet or so, and Beckwell took to lighting them all with his own already lit torch. The task actually took him several minutes. Once he was done, he looked around to get a good look at the now fully lit room. It was an absolutely massive room, and almost completely empty. On the eastern wall was a large double door that took up the entire height of the wall and almost a quarter of the wall's length, leading to who knew where. Beckwell heard the footsteps of a large man descending the stairs. Beso emerged wearing a white tanktop and the bottom half of a white gi that one would commonly find at a dojo. Around his waist to hoist his pants up was a black cloth strap tied in traditional gi fashion. His hands and feet were bare. "Well, boy, I hope you're well rested up from that hospital visit. You are going to show me all you've got, you hear? If you hold back, you'll lose your chance to get out there on the sea and save that old man." Beckwell nodded, his expression turning stern. This was do or die. He wasn't about to let Mister Barclay or those Iron Mask Pirates slip from his grasp because he failed some sort of physical test. Beckwell clenched his fists and raised them, ready to the take the old man on. Instead, however, Beso headed for the large double doors. "Hold on, let me just grab some of the training equipment we'll be using." Beckwell let down his guard, giving the old smuggler a look of confusion. "Geheheheh! Well, we're not just going to duke it out, young man. Me just beating the devil out of you won't show me your limits. Just a moment." Beckwell frowned as Beso threw open the large doors and disappeared into the room behind them. This old man was so sure that he could beat Beckwell, even without knowing the limit of his physical capabilities? Maybe his Pop was right and he'd be able to learn a thing or two. He had mentioned he was a powerful martial artist, after all. |
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| Ace | Mar 7 2018, 08:02 PM Post #5 |
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Beckwell's train of thought was interrupted by the loud sound of a heavy cart rolling across the stone floor. Beso re-entered the room, towing the said cart behind him. The cart was of a decent size, old, and wooden with rusty metal wheels. The cart was absolutely filled with cannonballs – so high that they went up in a pile that reached almost half the height of the cart over the brim. "Just cannonballs?" Beckwell asked with an inquisitive tone. He was not about to criticize the old sea dog's methods of testing his might, but he didn't really see what was going to have to happen with just a cart full of cannonballs. Maybe he also had a cannon in that room? "Yep. I just use them to learn how to juggle now. Right now I can do about ten." Beckwell raised an eyebrow. "You throw those around? In here?" Beso nodded. "Mhm. You can even tell where I've messed up. The stone floor's cracked. Geheheheh!" Beckwell looked around at the floor and sure enough there were dozens of spots where clearly something heavy had come down on the floor hard. The stone floor looked like a vast vine of cracks snaking through the basement. "We'll be doing something a little different, though. This will be the first step of my test. I'm going to throw this entire cart of cannonballs at you one at a time in rapid succession, aiming at different parts of your body. Dodge, block, do whatever you have to do to avoid injury. I'm not judging you out of a grade or anything, but if you get hurt a lot in the beginning the next steps will just be harder." In Beckwell's mind the premise of the trial was a little ridiculous, but he was going to take it very seriously. After all, if he slipped up, his client's life could possibly be at stake. |
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| Ace | Mar 7 2018, 08:03 PM Post #6 |
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"Alright, then. I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Beso grunted and gave Beckwell a nod, taking two cannonballs out of the cart and tossing them up in the air in order to get accustomed to their weight. "Very well, boy. Three... two... one!!" The barrage began. Beso was much quicker than Beckwell had anticipated. In the span of several seconds there were already four cannonballs flying at him, each aimed at different parts of his body. With only a split second to decide what direction to dodge in in order to prevent being hit, Beckwell ducked and moved to the right. Just as he moved, he was greeted with a cannonball a foot from his face. He quickly backhanded the iron cannonball out of the way, crumpling it and sending its destroyed form to Beso's feet. This did not deter him, and in fact the onslaught continued. Beckwell was being given less than a quarter of a second to dodge each cannonball, a task made much more difficult by the fact that Beso seemed to be good at predicting just where Beckwell was going to end up. Beckwell dodged, ducked, dipped, dived, and dodged his way around and inbetween various cannonballs. Most of the shots were pretty close, but the attorney kept himself completely alert of his targets. Since their origin was a central unmoving location in the room, it was much easier than trying to predict attacks from behind or from the side. He did have one more close call, though. Beso shot two at him at once, something he wasn't anticipating. The one he didn't think he could dodge in time was aiming for his leg, so he kicked it right into the northern wall of the basement where it shriveled like a raisin against whatever strong metal the walls were made out of. Then came the last cannonball. Beso actually growled as he hurled this one with much more ferocity... and velocity. Beckwell decided to show his horns a little and go right at the cannonball with a fierce punch. He punched the cannonball so hard it flattened into practically a thick disc that went right back at Beso. As if it were nothing, Beso caught it right out of the air. |
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| Ace | Mar 7 2018, 09:25 PM Post #7 |
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Beso's expression, which had been relatively more serious, immediately turned into a large grin as he dropped the flattened cannonball into the cart. "Geheheheh! Quick, perceptive, and strong. Not bad, boy. Pop raised a formidable tribesman." Beckwell – who had taken but just a moment to catch his breath – gave Beso a low bow. "Thank you, sir." "Now, help me clean up these cannonballs. Then we can move on to the next step." --- Beckwell plopped the last intact cannonball into the cart. "Good work. Now, for the next step. I'll return in just a moment." Beso pushed the cart back into the side room where it came from, loudly humming the same sea shanty from before. Beckwell could hear the sounds of various metallic objects being tossed around. Just how large was this second room, and what could be possibly be looking for? Beckwell decided not to peek in. He didn't want to know what possibly illegal contraband this smuggler might have in there. If he saw anything he shouldn't, his conscience would struggle a little. "Aha!" Beso finally shouted from the dark room in a victorious tone. "Well, let's try this, then." Beso emerged from the room with a rather peculiar looking glass bowl. It was large enough for one to wear on their head, and it featured a hole with a screwable cap on the bottom. Two leather harnesses were also attached to the topside of the bowl. "So this here's a fun little contraption," Beso said, tossing it to Beckwell. "Snap that bottom on your head there, then strap the harnesses around your waist." |
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| Ace | Mar 7 2018, 09:26 PM Post #8 |
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Beckwell was utterly confused, but he wasn't about to quit now. So he did as he was told, tighening the strange device onto his head and and strapping the two long leather harnesses around his waist. It was a very tight fit – his long thick dreadlocks taking up most of the space in the bowl – and Beckwell wouldn't have been able to breathe if it weren't for the cap on the top being unscrewed a little, letting just enough air in. Just as Beckwell was about to ask a question, Beso was next to him unscrewing the cap entirely. "So, here's the deal, boyo. I'm filling this here bowl with water to make sure you don't have any air, and I'm just going to stand here and watch you until you get woozy." "What? Are you--" Unfortunately, Beckwell's outcry was cut short by the feeling of water being poured on his head. Beckwell snapped to attention and took a great deep breath. If Beso wasn't bluffing, he might as well hit the ground running. Once Beso filled the glass bowl to the brim, Beso tightened the cap on and stood back to get a good look at Beckwell. "Geheheheh! I'm surprised your big hair all fit in the bowl. I didn't even have to use up all of my water." Beso held up the still half-full jug of water for Beckwell to see. Beckwell grumbled, letting go of the now completely waterlogged cigarette that was still in his mouth, letting it float around the bowl. Beckwell watched Beso with a blank expression, but in his mind he was all sorts of places. This is the most ridiculous task that has ever been asked of me, I'm sure of it. If I start to pass out, I'm just going to break this thing. I don't want to be stuck unconscious in the secret basement of an old smuggler. |
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| Ace | Mar 7 2018, 09:27 PM Post #9 |
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One minute goes by. Beso is still watching Beckwell intently. I feel like a zoo exhibit, Beckwell thought to himself, crossing his arms. He decided to close his eyes and go into his mind for a little bit, do a little reassessing. So, Pop's known this guy for a while, then. And he really didn't want me to meet him because he's an old smuggler. He seems amiable and trustworthy, but I can only hope that he actually is. I'm stuck at this man's whims now. Two minutes. He really expects me to just march up to this island, beat the crap out of these guys, and come back with Mister Barclay unscathed? I didn't really think it was a viable option when my Pop said it, but this guy has seen and known his fair share of pirates. Sounds like he's even been to Piratalasia Island himself. Three minutes. Hope manning a vessel isn't too hard. Going through all of this just to get lost on the sea would be absolutely ridiculous. It can't be that hard, apparently half of the damn outside world goes around on boats. Four minutes. "Still alive over there, boy?!" Beso calls out to Beckwell to see if he hasn't just passed out standing up. This startles him a little bit, and he opens his eyes to look at Beso. He gives Beso a very slow and intentional nod, wanting to go back into his trance just to ride out this ridiculous challenge as long as possible. Any excess moments he feared could pry an unnecessary exhale of oxygen out of him. Five minutes. I can't wait to figure out how holding my breath is going to help me fight pirates. The lack of oxygen was starting to get to him a little. His lungs and muscles were seizing, thought he had not yet begun to feel lightheaded or weak. His body was just beginning to wonder why in the hell it wasn't getting anymore oxygen. He stood proud with his arms still crossed, fighting the slowly creeping pain in his chest. |
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| Ace | Mar 7 2018, 09:57 PM Post #10 |
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Then, suddenly, Beso approached Beckwell and loosened the top cap, allowing Beckwell to lower his head and let a majority of the water spill out the top. Beckwell then loosened the harnesses around his waist and popped the glass bowl off of his head. "Well, boy, that was far enough. You lasted longer than I had expected you to. That was to ensure you would be able to survive a freak storm if you got tossed off of the ship. Drowning on the seas is the most pathetic way to go." Oh. Huh. Beckwell, still gasping for breath, took a moment before responding to Beso's insight. "Well, that actually makes sense. Frankly, I had no idea what was going on." "Geheheheh! I could tell," Beso said, slapping Beckwell on the back. "You roll with the punches well, though." Once Beckwell had brought his breathing back up to near normal, he looked at Beso with determination. Beso caught his gaze and looked away, stroking his chin and looking deep in thought. He began to speak very slowly. "Yes... very good. The next step... is... youuu... will... be..." He paused and looked at Beckwell out of the corner of his eye, clearing his throat and walking away so his back faced the attorney. "Oh, sod it. I'll tell you the truth, boy. I've been making these up on the spot." "W-what?" Beckwell called out, so surprised by this remark that he actually stuttered. Here he was thinking that this old experienced man of the sea had all of these unconventional training methods up his sleeve that made him incredibly strong. "I mean," the old man said, turning back around and scratching his head nervously, "I just sort of fight people to see how strong they are." Beckwell was absolutely flabbergasted. That was just the same freaking thing that he did! This guy wasn't any more wise than him, just older! "Then why didn't you just ask me to fight?!" "Well, I, huh... hmm. I just didn't want to knock you out if you were a real wimp since you're Pop's son and all. I also didn't want to completely tire you out right before your first voyage on the seas." |
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| Ace | Mar 7 2018, 09:58 PM Post #11 |
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Maybe someone else could have justified that answer, but in Beckwell's mind it was absolutely stupid. Beckwell lit up another cigarette and turned away for a second to regain his composure. Alright, Beckwell. Remember. He's helping you out. He had the best intentions in mind. He turned back around, his calm expression having returned. He began to wring out the water from his dreadlocks onto the stone floor. Beso cleared his throat to regain Beckwell's attention. "Ahem. Well, boy, as far as I'm concerned you will be alright." Beckwell choked a little bit, trying not to immediately sputter out his first thought which was that's it?!? "You're determined like your Pop. One way or another you will bring back that old man Barclay in one piece. I'm not going to waste your energy sparring with you now, though I would like to show you just one thing." Beso entered the other room one last time, carrying the glass bowl and returning with a large hefty metal stand up punching bag that was dented all to hell and covered in soot. "Strong men and women from our tribe possess the ability to pack an unbelievably powerful punch. It's a technique called the Hakai Hō. It can be hard to learn, but once you have it is in an incredible asset. Destructive offensive power, all packed in a punch only a tribesmen could do easily." Beso waved for Beckwell to back up and he placed the punching bag in the dead center of the room. Beso then got into some sort of very loose boxing stance."The key is to use your extra joint for – geheheheh – explosive results." Beso brought his right arm back tighened his first elbow joint, bringing it way above his shoulder. "Hakai..." Beso blasted his entire arm forward. "...Hō!!!" The force of the unreleased tension in his elbow joints causing a small explosion as his fist reached the punching bag! Beckwell took another step back in sheer surprise. An actual explosion had erupted from his fist! The punching bag blew back and smashed into the far wall. |
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| Ace | Mar 8 2018, 12:45 AM Post #12 |
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Beckwell was absolutely floored by Beso's technique. He had seen some very incredible physical feats from people in the Navy and especially from other attorneys, but never had he seen something quite like that. Someone had just punched something so hard it caused an explosion. Suffice to say, he had just a few questions. "Wh... how... how is that possible, exactly?" As the smoke cloud dissipated around Beso Luzea, Beckwell now saw him in a different light. He didn't look or carry himself any differently than he had been minutes before, but Beckwell had never seen something so wild in his entire like. The man had just completely earned Beckwell's respect. "Geheheheh! I can tell you've never seen anything like that. I know you're still in shock, boy, but I promise you its not as impossible as it looks." Beso walked over to the far side of the room to retrieve the punching bag as Beckwell simply stood there still in utter bewilderment. Beso propped the punching bag back down in its original spot and whistled at Beckwell to pay attention. "It's simple, boy. You've just gotta use your strength and these longarms our forefathers gave us." Beso got back into his fighting stance and began to dictate to Beckwell the process move by move, talking as he did every motion slowly. "Tighten your closest joint all the way up so it's like you got really tall shoulders. You make it tight, really tight like you're trying to melt those parts of your arm together. It's going to get so tight that your body will beg you to unleash it. When you get that feeling, you're on the right track. But you can't just let you. You blast full steam ahead, your arm muscles are like a fast fuse leading to a stick of dynamite in your fists!!" Beso couldn't help himself. He reared back and and unleashed another punch just as strong as before, exploding the punching bag back to the wall. Beckwell still couldn't believe it. He was just as amazed as the first time, but he had intently listened to Beso walking through the process. Could it really be that easy? Slowly just for himself he mimiced more or less what Beso had done in order to throw the punch. Was there some sort of trickery involved, or was it really possible? |
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| Ace | Mar 10 2018, 01:28 AM Post #13 |
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"Mr. Luzea..." He paused, still just astounded by the sheer power of that punch. "I am willing to do whatever it takes to learn that technique tonight." Beso let out another one of his signature gutteral laughs. "Geheheheh! I can see the fire in your eyes. With your determination, boy, you'll have figured it out by sunrise. Drag that punching bag back over here and show me what you've got!" --- Hours had passed. It was most likely morning by now, and Beckwell's arm was getting rather tired. He had had enough power every single time to send the punching bag flying into the far wall, but so far not once had he even activated just a spark of the explosion that Beso was able to. The old sea dog had been incredibly patient with him, helping him make small adjustments with every new attempt. Beckwell dragged the punching bag back to the center of the room. "That last attempt was very close, boy! You have the form down." Beckwell appreciated Beso's still chipper disposition even though he had robbed him of almost an entire night's worth of sleep at this point. In truth, he hadn't really expected to get the technique down so quickly, so the recurring failed attempts were not a discouragement for the attorney. He stopped before his next attempt to do some preparation. He rolled his shoulder a bit and shook his arm about in order to loosen it up. Beso, watching his every move carefully, noticed something and called out. "Oho! It's time, boy!" "It's time? Do you think I'll get it this time--" "No no, boy! Your log pose! It's focused!" Beckwell looked down at his wrist. Sure enough, his log pose had finally stopped wobbling and centered itself on the correct destination. "No time to lose, boy. Let's get you to my boat. I'll show you the ropes and you can get out of here." |
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| Ace | Mar 10 2018, 01:28 AM Post #14 |
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Beckwell and Beso Luzea hustled through the streets of Igiari in hopes of getting to the dock and to Beso's vessel, the Willem Ruys. Beso had thrown on a leather jacket to protect himself from the cold. The sun had just begun to rise, though unfortunately neither of them had the time to really appreciate it. Beckwell was slightly disappointed that he hadn't managed to get down the Hakai Hō technique in time, but he was still confident enough in his own abilities that he would be just fine taking care of business without it. "Once you're back safe and sound, I'll help you perfect it, boy. You're almost there. I can feel it!" Feeling. Beckwell was curious why Beso kept using that term in regards to the technique. Beso had even said that he had the form down perfectly, but that he wasn't feeling the punch. Was there something to that? Was there some sort of spirit you needed to pull the technique off the right way? Finally, the two had arrived at the docks. Beso zoomed past various grand vessels and Beckwell followed suit. "He's a smaller ship, but fast and easy to learn." Soon, the two stopped in front of a very small ship. "Here he is! My most reliable vessel!" Beckwell had never seen a ship in his life that looked like the Willem Ruys. It was a decent length for a boat – maybe thirty feet, give or take – but it was incredibly slim. In fact, there was only space for about six people to move around comfortably! Beckwell was very perplexed by this ship. "Aren't ships supposed to have a sail?" Beso chuckled. "Geheheheh! Not this one. This ship has what's called an engine. Pushes it along nice and fast. You don't need to follow the wind!" Well, that was certainly useful. --- Beso spent the next hour detailing the intricacies of the boat to Beckwell. The engine was powered by fresh water – how Beckwell wasn't quite sure – and had a full tank currently so it wouldn't need to be filled in just a simple trek to an other island and back. Just in case Beso showed him where the tank was located anyway. He also got in the boat and showed Beckwell how to steer, which wasn't actually as hard as he thought it would be. "And that's all there is to it, boy. Once you get that engine started up it'll just shoot on out. That's why I've got it at the end of the dock." Beckwell extended his arm to shake Beso's hand. "I cannot thank you enough for your help, Mr. Luzea. You are helping to bring back an innocent man who does good for this city." Beso shook Beckwell's hand earnestly. "Mmm. Maybe that'll pay for a few of my sins. Geheheheh!" As Beckwell jumped into the pilot seat of the boat, he took once last look at Gyakuten Crossing, his home. "It's only for a little while, but it still feels strange," Beckwell admitted to himself, revving the engine. And with that, he was off! The Willem Ruys blasted through the water and onto the horizon, Beckwell actually emitting a grunt of surprise at the speed of the thing. Beso bellowed out to Beckwell as he sped off. "Good luck to you, boy!! You bring that man and my boat back safe and sound." Hopefully, Beckwell thought to himself. Hopefully. |
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| Zaine | Mar 10 2018, 06:27 PM Post #15 |
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About time, though. Grading Results Ace - 9 DP & 3,000,000
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