Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-25270243-20150203005815/@comment-24108228-20150215234750

''So while you guys are fending off your huge invasion force, Banana and his friends are going to be working (semi) hard to get a wall for his island. I wonder how tranquil I can make the setting seem.''

It was about 15 minutes after the Red Sun had met up on the balcony to plan it's act of treason, and by the end of it the entire group had a solid idea of what they were doing. All the blacksmiths which were able to build a wall were doing so, using reserves of stone they had on the island. The leaders were composing a declaration of independance (and a message for the desert tribe, which went something along the lines of "Hey, Rockma doesn't like the Thornhus anymore. Attacking us would most likely be a complete waste of time, as we don't want you dead anymore."). Meanwhile, the fighters had all split up to either gather intelligence on the Thornhus's next moves, or to steal materials such as Mithril or Food, which would temporarily be unavailable to the island, while the relations between the Thornhus and Red Sun were still largely composed of paranoia and hostility. The rest of them however, were sent out to the mainland to see if they could get builders and materials.

Banana was part of the latter group, who had set out on a merchant frigate with a group of friends, and were fishing to pass the time. "Ooh, look what I got!" said one man, and Banana turned his head to be very impressed by the large tuna the man was brandishing. "Wait, what's that on your line Banana?" another said, and indeed Banana's rod was beginning to take some strain. Banana quickly reeled it in, and pulled the fish high out of the water to reveal a swordfish, which were extremely rare nowadays thanks to heavy fishing that was being done to support the Order. The group cheered and set down their catches in a pile underneath the ship, and decided that they should stop fishing else they wouldn't have the space to carry enough rock back to the island.

Banana climbed up to the crows nest, and attempted to gauge how far it was until they reached mainland's docks, which were further down near the oil lake. A quick survey of the crystal clear ocean surrounding them and still turquoise waters found that they were far from any landmass, and unless they had been taken several miles off course by an extremely powerful invisible current, that meant they were heading from bento island to mainland, which was a large stretch of ocean with little in it. It was said that there was once a civilisation that lived on an artificially constructed island here, but the presence of the ever-growing island in the middle of the ocean disturbed the delicate balance of the geology of the islands, resulting in magma island violently erupting and causing an earthquake which sunk the unsuspecting island. It was a myth nowadays, however a nice story nonetheless.

Banana lay down and rested in a sheltered hammock below deck, while the rest of the crew chatted above him, the majority of which talk revolving around oil prices, bugsharks, and pretty much anything that wasn't related to the task at hand. They were a laid back bunch, which contrasted the highly disciplined members of the combat team nicely. On deck, everyone erupted into a burst of laughter, they were all having a blast. Banana smiled at the thought of their happy faces, and adjusted his position in the hammock, so he could get some rest for the city ahead, and journey back.