It Was Hell.
Leroy had to be put to bed, needing to stay in place for what felt like weeks. Only in reality, it had been a few days. Kirk had made the Ingenious idea of using the position of the Log Pose to Alabasta, Chriton Island, and the Direction to Drumvolc by Hennesy, and had navigated the crew through to their destination. They were now on the cusp of the Island. It was not yet on the Horizon. Leroy was in rough shape. Pains and Aches shot through his body.
He had to Practically be sedated by what drugs they had on the ship just to soothe him to sleep for a few hours, before the pangs of ache and subdued yet red-hot pain of his internal organs shot him back to consciousness. The feeling of his organs was the worst part. The Searing pain of his surface wounds he could deal with. But those small nicks to his kidneys, liver, and the like were excruciating
All he could do was grit his teeth and let out moans and groans of pain as he attempted to will his way through it. But it got to points, where it was so bad that he threw up from nausea he was being caused by blood loss and discombobulation, mixed with the lack of Adrenaline and since he wasn't in an Active fight or flight scenario. Made it all the worse.
Jeanne herself did what she could...Replacing his bandages where needed. Aiding him constantly. The Entire crew were by his side whenever they could. Kirk was probably the one that was there the most. When he slept, he rested his chin on his slowly breathing chest or head. Avoiding his injuries. Hell, he often fell asleep next to him in the chair or in the bed itself. He just wanted to make sure he was okay. Kále had moved his nap spot from the deck to below. One of the few times he actually slept in the Quarters.
As for Noir. The Chef wanted to make everything the Captain loved. All his favorite snacks. And he did, at least ones that would be fresh when he could eat. But other than that, he was with Kirk and Kále, drinking tea or reading.
He hated that he kept them awake at night. They were lucky in one regard, Leroy had managed to be able to tell them what had happened. And why he was attacked, only to then fall asleep from the moment of reprieve from the pain. Worst yet...He couldn't eat.
As for how they were able to get her in such short time, was due the ingenious of the Navigator. Using the locked position of the Log Pose to Chriton Isle, and then using the Eternal Pose, he navigated around those to and in a way triangulated the position to Drumvolc.
Drumvolc quickly came over the horizon. There was heat from the island, yet a chill like feeling in winter. The island seemed to be in the midst of winter and the throws of the hottest of summers. Volcano peaks glowed off from the distant mountains, while snow covered other parts. Entire tall funnels peaked high enough, with a soft ember glow from with in them while a haze of cool winter frost in the high air coated the sky.
It was like the environment was in conflict with itself. Heat and Ice, together in nature.
The Palm crashed and cracked through thick sheets of snow and ice. Kále at the bow, swinging his sword with strength to create gust and break apart Ice that was much for the ship to handle w
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Upon docking. The Buildings of the Town were wooden, with supports across the surface of them, their rooves were made of carved and chopped thatch that was bundled thick into the rooves, some had shingle plates. But all were colored with white and other cool pale colored walls like plaster. This was the Wattle and Daub method that they used constructed the cottages, white wash coating them. Made of Lime. Making them waterproof.
However-
The Town was a mess. Snow covered the rooftops, while glass seemed to be shattered, with boards covering them from the inside, some using drapes and curtains to prevent the cool air from coming in. Some of the Houses and buildings totally collapsed. Entire blocks seemed to be affected by the destruction. The wooden struts peaking out of the rubble down to the foundations. Civilians wore bandages, some had amputated limbs, and others had crutches. It seemed like many of them were under active care just as the Captain was needing.
“Shit… what happened to this place?” Kirk murmured to himself, eyes narrowing at the destruction of the village. While he was absolutely ecstatic about being able to navigate his way here with a loose idea of where to go, he was worried that this was… one of the worst places to go…
Wait, WHY DID THEY LISTEN TO A RANDOM GUY WHO NEARLY KILLED THEIR CAPTAIN TO GO TO A RANDOM ISLAND THAT ISNT EVEN ON THEIR ROUTE?! Was what was going through his head.
…Well, it was sure as hell too late to start figuring out that question! They were already at the island!
With how bad Leroy’s condition was… and the fact he couldn’t eat at all, it might be impossible to actually bring him to a doctor safely, but it would be way faster and possibly life saving if they actually brought his body… what should they do?
“Jeanne, can you scout from the ship and see if there’s any remotely doctor looking person around? Kále! Get the anchor! I don’t know how much time we have left, so let’s be quick, here!” He called out as he finished docking. “I can’t tell from here if I saw anyone important, but this place looks real messed up, so there’s gotta be at least one near by!”
Kále had gone back to working out as the ship pulled up to the island, squatting on the deck using comedically large weights. He looked around as he continued squatting, seeing the derelict island as Kirk pointed out how shitty it looked. He quickly dropped his weights and went to drop the anchor.
He was still worried about Leroy and his injuries but he wasn't going to panic and not workout while they sailed. There was nothing he could do so he figured he could get some squats in. As he dropped the anchor while the ship pulled up the island. He continued looking at the island, everyone was covered in bandages and looked miserable. He wondered if this was the right place to go for a doctor since not a single person looked healed.
"This place looks like crap, makes you wonder what kind of doctor we're gonna find here..." He spoke to himself, surely the island just looked that way and wasn't actually miserable otherwise the Red Sash might be in trouble.