Yotsuba Island. Anton couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride when he had learnt that the changes he had made to the marine regime here had stuck, and life was much better for it. Recruitment had skyrocketed since they had taken a more positive turn, and the commodore was surprised to find plenty of men eager to join up with him when he had landed. Apparently he had become somewhat of a celebrity here on the island. Him, a celebrity? He never would have guessed in a million years.
But while part of the reason for him coming here was to check up on the island, the main reason was his ship, the Noble Justice. He had decided the old ship needed an upgrade, and with enough beli lying around, had commissioned it to be worked over. The massive galleon was being worked on in the shipyards, even as they explored the island. He had also put in to have it enlarged, in order to accommodate all the new people he would be having aboard.
"It's good to see this place so lively," Celia said with a smile as she and Anton sat at a small cafe, her drinking a cup of coffee and him drinking some tea. They had felt a brief stop for lunch was a good idea, and with the pleasant reception they were getting, the cafe was more than happy to serve them. Anton had to insist that he would pay for their meal. The commodore nodded. "Yeah," he replied, "This is how it should be, you know? Marines doing what's right by the people, protecting them." Knowledge of the former regime, and what had happened on Flevance, really bothered the young man. But seeing the island in such high spirits gave him hope. If this place, which had once been so filled with fear and corruption, could become as cheerful as this, then there was hope for turning the marines around, fixing them into the force for good they were supposed to be.
But while part of the reason for him coming here was to check up on the island, the main reason was his ship, the Noble Justice. He had decided the old ship needed an upgrade, and with enough beli lying around, had commissioned it to be worked over. The massive galleon was being worked on in the shipyards, even as they explored the island. He had also put in to have it enlarged, in order to accommodate all the new people he would be having aboard.
"It's good to see this place so lively," Celia said with a smile as she and Anton sat at a small cafe, her drinking a cup of coffee and him drinking some tea. They had felt a brief stop for lunch was a good idea, and with the pleasant reception they were getting, the cafe was more than happy to serve them. Anton had to insist that he would pay for their meal. The commodore nodded. "Yeah," he replied, "This is how it should be, you know? Marines doing what's right by the people, protecting them." Knowledge of the former regime, and what had happened on Flevance, really bothered the young man. But seeing the island in such high spirits gave him hope. If this place, which had once been so filled with fear and corruption, could become as cheerful as this, then there was hope for turning the marines around, fixing them into the force for good they were supposed to be.