56 Las Camp (1/2)
With a final creaking bellow our ship could be seen coming into the dockyard of the island of Las camp, the bastardized 'Not Marine' logo along with the scrapes and crack lines on the side of the wooden lunk that one called a ship did little to hide the gargantuan vassal from the eyes of the people on the docks, who had just begun to file back into the town, accompanied by the final orange lights of the dying sunlight.
”Captain, why is it that almost every time we land on an island its either night or late evening?” the voice of the pudgy Sorren rang out as he ate the last of our rations that remained dry after the chaotic upheaval of the last twenty four hours.
”I don't know brat, fate?” I called out cheerily albeit with a tired strain in my voice that seemed to echo in the minds of all those that heard me.
I was so tired I was sure that if one gave me a berri for every anomaly in my mental state I could probably redeem Whitebeard's head with it.
Fawkes was no better, as he stood behind me, I could not help but notice the faint red hue that torched his face in an unhealthy red and the faint spasming of the muscles in his leg. He was tired, and I was sure now that he was coming down with something, with a quick glance at his figure and another at the quivering form of the crew's doctor, I took a deep breath.
”It seems we've been jumping islands a lot and haven't really been given a chance to relax ever since the start of this adventure, so captain's orders, shore leave for two weeks!” I called out behind me before taking a deep breath and beckoning the small crew into my congested cabin.
”Ok here is the deal, while we're on this island, I want Fawkes to focus on gathering resources and supplies, Sorren, I want you to make a list of all the medical supplies that we would need and accompany Fawkes on his trips to get it. Terrick I want you to begin taking up side chores on the side to help fatten our coffers, we barely have enough to last us through the week at this point.
Do what you must to give us a boost, two things, don't overdo it, and follow your moral compass.
Angella I want you to rake in on the island's history, find the hub of the smartest people in town and join them, chances are you might get something important on either Ohara or another of the wonders of the west Blue.
I on the other hand shall begin building myself an actual information network. We could have hijacked the asshole flamingos but we were too rattled at that point. By now we probably already lost the chance to take any advantage of that.” I said as I gauged the reaction of the room.
Fawkes and Sorren nodded, a rare sign of seriousness appearing on the latter's face, clearly his medical inability to help with Fawkes' situation had been weighing on his conscience. I had made sure to skew the pairings slightly in their favor, with Fawkes being a cook, getting supplies and resources would be a cakewalk for him and he wouldn't have to strain himself too much.
Sorren on the other hand, would be given a much needed motivation booster, for once on the journey not as a combat asset but as the doctor he had promised himself to be. There could be no better motivation for an individual then feeling like they were worth something in the thing they loved.