Part 4.6

There's a lot of logistics involved in moving a pile of loot. My pile of loot to be specific. Thankfully, I didn't have to put too much of my own efforts into it. Apparently I have people for that.

I had casually stated aloud, "I would like my loot moved to the harbour so we can get it on a boat."

Almost immediately afterwards, all the gathered former prisoners scrambled and took armfulls of the loot from my pile. Five guys even gathered together and began carrying the chair I made with them.

I have them a nod of my head in thanks, and we all began making our way to the docks. From the top of my loot pile I saw the layout of the village soni had no issue at all navigating it's twisted streets.

There's no time like the present, and that's why I didn't waste any time making my way to the docks followed by everyone else. Gurry was immediately behind me, and Kreig and Klahadore close behind. Behind them were the lawyers from earlier. They seemed to be having some sort of argument over us taking what we wanted.

I think they were arguing at least, it was hard to tell. They eventually started to rap at each other when their position on the subject wasn't being taken seriously, and it only seemed to make people laugh at them instead of actually listening to what they were saying.

I had no opinion on the subject, and I don't like rap, so I just ignored them. To be specific, it's not that I didn't have an opinion about us looting, it's just that my opinion wouldn't matter so it's exactly the same as me not having an opinion.

The twists and turns of the rubble strewn streets give way to the open docks as our group makes progress. We enter the harbour area and I take in the sight of the ships... boats... vessels... dirigibles?

Is a boat a dirigible? What the heck is a dirigible and why do I have the sudden urge to have one?

I decide to put that issue on the back-burner as I examine the boats. I walk among the docks followed by the former prisoners. Every once in a while I stop in front of a ship and nod my head with my arms crossed, humming thoughtfully. I'm watched in relative silence as I go from boat to boat.

When I'm done I do an about-face, using muscle memory I didn't know I had to quickly turn around. I speak out and say, "After much thought, I have come to a decision."

Someone in the crowd with a neck tattoo gulps and asks, "What have you decided?"

"I've decided that I don't know anything about boats." I reply matter of factly.

The man who spoke face faults along with several others in the crowd. I look away as they do. It's just weird seeing someone do a flip and land on their face. I've never done that, and I doubt I ever will.

When they get up again, one man walks forward and begins to helpfully explain what each type of boat is, and what's its uses are. I nod my head and make a humming noise in agreement.

That being said, I don't understand what he's saying. He's talking, and words are coming out, but none of those words make sense.

"Blah blah blah destroyers blah blah rigging blah escorts blah cargo." He rambles on and on.

He seems really excited to explain this stuff to me, and I can't bring myself to interrupt and stop him. I'll just have to stand there and take it as he lectures on and on.

It takes maximum effort for me to keep my focus on this guy and not lose my interest. I eventually just let his voice wash over me and just look at his beard and hands. His beard kinda looks like someone took some black paint and slapped it on his chin then his hair grew on top of it. His hands also keep moving around and it looks like he's presenting something.

"Blablah Milly Bays here with this amazing Galleon blah cannons."

Wait... Holy crap, his beard is painted on! I was so distracted by his beard that I only caught him directing a question at me.

"-so what do you think? Which ship should we take?"

Shit. I was too distracted!

I hurriedly look at all the ships and try to rack my brain for all the information I tried to retain.

...

I got nothing. I look at all the people looking at me. The many, many people who are mostly pirates and have years and years of sailing experience. Wait, nevermind. I have an idea.

"We take all the boats." I state seriously.

"All the boats?" The guy, Milly Bays, asks.

"All the boats."

"It will take a few days to figure out the logistics of everything." He says nervously.

No problem. "Boats for days. We're taking all the boats. If there is one thing I learned on Level Three, is that more is better, and you can never have enough."

Several men who were probably incarcerated on Level Three nod their head in agreement. Yah, they know what's what.

I snap my fingers. "Alright, let's get organized."