Roll With the Punches [Travel]

shootershoot · 1 Roll With the Punches [Travel] Tue Apr 26, 2016 3:59 pm

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Lord Infamous

Taka, Treachery, Eye Scope

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With business done on Minion Island, the Re-Up was successful. Pockets back swollen, Ondori needed to make haste back to the South Blue where business was calling. Hopefully soon enough he could start expanding his horizons however and start getting work in different areas. While it was nice and his business was becoming upper echelon in the South, he didn't like the feeling of stagnancy or feeling like he was only confined to getting work on in the South. It was his domain, but he didn't like the feeling. He didn't want to rule the South Blue, he wanted to travel and make his name well known in many other oceans and lands as well. He felt his time in those waters was coming to an end and it was soon going to be time for him to make way to not greener pasture's, but a place that was foreign to him and made him have to learn new things. He needed a challenge. "Hey Bato." He was out on the deck with his company, he and Bato were leaning on the railing of the ship looking out at Minion Island fading away as they drifted farther and farther away. His workers were just out on the deck doing whatever. Some horsing around, some on watch duty, some training, just a typical day for everyone. "Hm?" "What do you think about going to the Grandline?"

Bato chuckled and stepped away from the railing. 'Is the idea that outlandish that he needs to walk off the initial thought of it?' Ondori did think that was a huge step, but he really hated the feeling of being tied down, even though he liked the comfort of having a place to call home. "I knew it was going to happen sooner or later to be honest haha. I think it's within our reach, but we should really look into building up our numbers first. We're strong and you're strong, but the people out on those waters are brutes and in our current state, we wouldn't survive a week." Ondori nodded, he was hoping the man he met in Illusia would have contacted him, but it didn't seem like it'd happen. For all Ondori knows he might have gotten captured back there.

"Ugh." With the groan he straightened up to stop leaning on the rail and ran both his hands through his hair, he had so much he wanted to do, but he had to face the fact he just wasn't ready yet. Slouching back forward like a wet towel he draped himself over the railing of the Arakhne, his arms dangling overboard and the railing cupped under his armpits to prevent him from actually falling. "It's so hard to build up numbers at a time like this. Everyone is trying to embark on their own journey under their own flag. No one wants to be number two or anything greater in group, everyone wants to be number one and it makes it so actually getting things done is impossible." Bato patted Ondori on the back and chuckled. "Well you've gathered a group of sixteen under your flag, I think you're doing better than most." "Ishouldhavestayedamercenary" He mumbled under his breath. "What was that?" Ondori moved his hands to press off the railing and straighten up before brushing the frost off his coat. "We might need to hire some mercenaries." "Hmmm, I think you need long term allies and people that are loyal to the company and not loyal to the money you're paying them." Ondori nodded, turning his back to the ocean he leaned his lower back against the railing careful not to lean too much with his upper body and fall over. "With all the beli rich the kid just tossed us, we'll be able to hire mercs for long term."

Bato sighed and had to agree, Ondori was right, but he was also selfish. "So continuously pour out money from the company funds to pay people not loyal to your company from which you are paying them, so you can satiate a personal pleasure?" Bato's brow was raised questioning Ondori, but his amused expression made the youth know he was making a point instead. Ondori remained composed those Bato's words had accurately penetrated through his hard exterior and hit him. Crossing his arms he searched for words to reply with, but Bato was steady walking away. "You are the boss, but I'll have to say if that's your way of going about it, things are bound to get messy in the future. Frost billowed out from between Ondori's lips as the words he was about to say turned into an expression of disappointment. "Back to the drawing board." He turned around back in his original position with his arms folded on the railing of the ship. The ride to the South Blue would give him a lot of time to think about their conversation.

1 Roll With the Punches [Travel] Tue Apr 26, 2016 3:59 pm

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