As the fishing vessel sailed across the East Blue, the quiet crew just went about their ways.
Kale was still unconscious while they sailed. Lying on a makeshift bed that they made for him to recover on. His injuries were severe, broken ribs, a busted lung, and one massive slash from the shoulder to the pelvis. The chefs and his crew had done a good job of bandaging and cleaning his wounds so that they would recover better.
Even still they would take a long time to heal due to their severity. Hours passed. They'd been sailing for nearly close to 5 and a half hours. The Palm had made it to Cocoyashi far quicker. Only making it in Under Two.
It may have been a Caravel but it flew the Seas like a Clipper, granted to it of course by its sails. All that meant was that what was happening to Kirk, all that he was going through, It just meant that he had to endure and go through it for hours.
All alone in Isolation.
Leroy hadn't taken his eyes off the horizon for more than a couple of minutes. Only to check up on Kale while he was still unconscious, and to convene with the others.
But the Ship was Quiet. Far quieter than it had ever been on that first night when he and Kirk slept during the night. Even quieter than the night after they first got the Palm and were all together in the under.
Noir too stared out over the ocean waves, his hand deep in his pockets while a cigarette hung on his lips. He had a serious look on his face, watching the horizon almost as intently as Leroy was. It was very odd to be roped into chaos after chaos, but of course, he didn't mind. He was finally out at sea. No matter how chaotic the start of his story with this crew, he wouldn't trade it for the world.
Although he barely knew who they were about to go save, only getting the basic gist from him and his politeness at the dinner table, he wasn't against it at all. If his captain told him to do something, he would. Easy as that. Plus, wasn't it good manners to help someone?
As he slept, Kale went over that fight in his head. He kept going through it, over and over, wondering what he could've done differently. That small conversation they had, when Wolfheart told him to fight with less savagery and more grace really sounded odd.
Kale saw a glimpse of the power that the strongest swordsman held and he was offered advice, he would be stupid not to take it right? Kale did try to replicate that calm aura that Wolfheart had given off with his last few attacks but there was no matching that. Not that quickly anyway.
Kale knew that at the current stage, Wolfheart was unbeatable. He needed to get stronger, A LOT stronger. Starting now, he made that promise to Leroy and he was going to stand by it. At that moment, as soon as Leroy and the crew crossed his mind, his eyes opened and he shot up from his lying position.
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He immediately cringed in pain and put his hand over his bandaged wounds. Taking a few deep breaths before taking a look around, he was on a ship. Not the Palm, he wasn't awake when they learned that the Palm was stolen so he didn't know why everyone was so sour and why they were on a different ship. He looked down at himself, seeing his wounds and his soaked pants. His swords were nowhere to be found as well. They were broken... Shattered by Wolfheart.
"Fuck... I need some swords..." He didn't know where they were going and he didn't care, he wanted some swords to fight with.
He turned to the side and put his bare feet on the wooden floor of the ship. He attempted to stand but quickly sat back down, he was in a lot of pain and it was very apparent. "Goddammit, can't even stand up..." He decided to take a minute, sitting back on the bed while he took a few deep breaths. Quickly jumping up would cause his wounds to get worse and then he'd be useless to Leroy.
Noirs attention waved by the sound of Kale stirring, looking over his shoulder at the noise. "I don't think you should be fighting at all with a wound like that." he said before looking back at the island Leroy called out. "Moving around too much right now might really hurt you... but I don't know how strong the people we are about to go against might be."
The voice of the Steam Woman sounded out from the small walled wheelhouse. "No, hell no! You don't need swords right now." She scowled as she continued guiding the ship. "You're lucky you're even alive with that wound. Keep laying down until you recover.", she scolded as she returned her attention to the helm.
Suddenly land slowly came over the horizon. Leroy's eyes widened as he shouted "LAND! UP AHEAD!"
He turned on his heel. This look of sheer focus on his face, a near scowl as strode over to the other end of the boat. He swept a spyglass off the small table inside the housing where Jeanne was steering. Before striding back out to the front, his sandals cascading loudly against the wood as he extended the metal and looked at the incoming form of Konomi Archipelago
It looked like they were barring straight ahead at an angle to the island. Seeing the Docks of Cocoyashi off in the distance. The first thing he spotted was the Jolly Roger of the Red Sash Pirates Flying High at the Crows Nest. The Sails raised as it was docked in the port.
"There it is...I see the Palm. But it looks like Kirks is nowhere to be seen..." He could see the forms of people walking the deck, but all avoided getting to close to the ship. Only looking at it from a distance.