Ace needed a moment to try to picture that in his mind, as near impossible as it was because all ships had sails and a fairly traditional design if you stripped away all the extra little touches that made a ship personal to the captain and the crew although it would make sense; sails were bad enough to get down when you were in the water and the top of the rigging high enough as it was without adding being hundreds of feet in the air on top of it.
"That's good to hear." He smiled; ships were more than just a mode of transport; they were homes as well.
He was reminded a little of seastone and of the strange resin coating that ships needed to travel to fishman island. They didn't exactly fuel the world but travel through the calm belt without seastone was impossibly treacherous, bordering on suicidal. The Marines loved their seastone too, in their weapons and their shackles for pirates but that was still something he tried to push from his mind, even if he swore he could still feel them if he drifted off into a daydream.
"So the whole world uses tis mist to keep things running? It's strange thinking about things like that when you don't have anything that compares to it exactly in your own."
"That's good to hear." He smiled; ships were more than just a mode of transport; they were homes as well.
He was reminded a little of seastone and of the strange resin coating that ships needed to travel to fishman island. They didn't exactly fuel the world but travel through the calm belt without seastone was impossibly treacherous, bordering on suicidal. The Marines loved their seastone too, in their weapons and their shackles for pirates but that was still something he tried to push from his mind, even if he swore he could still feel them if he drifted off into a daydream.
"So the whole world uses tis mist to keep things running? It's strange thinking about things like that when you don't have anything that compares to it exactly in your own."
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