ooc: We can use this travel thread to well make the story of what our next task will be. A debriefing ig before the action, or you can just wait the time.

A simple passing by was enough to transfer and change the ratio of energy changed around. Tenzen, after claiming his bed, would walk around the lower levels of the ship. Seemingly aimlessly walking about with his Katana in hand, same attire as when he was recruited. He didn't understand how such a ship like this can be created, it was so massive. It was crazy that it could hold so many people, and still have room. Tenzen though wasn't a Shipwright and didn't know jack shit about them, nor did he even use one. And this must be one of the large the Kingdom of Thonis had; or how much Thonis and Atlantis spent to have something like this built. All in the hopes of saving Fishman Island.

Tenzen though would stop, as someone was directly in front of him. Which would cause Tenzen to enter Hanmi stance, which hid his whole right arm along. This was the stance he would take to take out his target. Eyes strained on his target, as he waited for it to get into range. 'Now!' He would say as it entered his range, and he would lash out with his blade, moving at a blinding speed in a horizontal fashion right in front of him, just above chest level.

"What are you doing?" Nen, what he calls himself time to time, would say as he would stop behind Tenzen. A few others right behind him, as they were heading up top now. Nen having come down to gather those he told to meet him in the barracks toward the far back. Now they were heading up, as he wanted to talk to them in the open.

"This fly....I was jealous of it. Because it can fly inside." Tenzen, his a bit different from that of Nen. He would sheathe his Katana before turning to face Nen, but only to walk passed him and his group. Heading back to the barracks.

"You should join us? I have something planned." Nen would say, placing a hand on Tenzen before he walked passed.

"No thanks." Tenzen would say as he continued his journey back to the barracks.

Nen would shake his head as he lead the group up to the top deck, to gather around the mast. Once his little group, around twelve, would be around him he'd begin to speak. Their journey to leave Saba had been going on for around a hour. "Listen, I am in fact Tenzen. But you can call me Nen, if it is easier. "

Laying in a beach chair about the span of his limbs length, the Yonko strummed his fingers against the strings of his Funky Jammer. The random chords filled the air around him on the deck, as the Yonko was simply dressed in his Vigour Jacket, tonfas attached, but he was more so soaking in the sun, wearing a beach pants, letting his pale skin soak up the Vitamin D, usually shaded below his kimono. The very child like star shaped shades, and his jolly mode made it very hard for those around him to believe he was indeed the rumoured Auburn Songbird. "As the moon sets upon the roaring ship..." Junbei sang. "Death awaits the weak of heart their sure to slip." Junbei trailed along, as his fingers danced along the body of the Funky Jammer's strings. "Fear not because the hearts of man are weak and trim." Junbei continued singing. "The darkest sound before the brim." the Songbird would concluded, closing his eyes and feeling everynote, still locked into the most subtle of noises. In the distance, a posse of twelve or so came to the dock, Junbei's chair was in direct view of them, about eight meters away. However, thanks to his Funky Jammer, the melody travels immensely far, his sound could be heard all across the ship. This wasn't intentional, sound travels, especially with the Germa 66 inspired instrument, it's noise was steady and electronic in sound, however, with the current settings, it's classical feel was more merriment inspired while sailing at sea. Keeping one had strumming away happily, his other hand rested behind his neck in the sun chair, soaking up the sun.

The sun's heat reminded Junbei of his days, starving and abandoned on that unknown island. Until this day, glimpses of his days their would return like fond memories, lost in his own thoughts, only him knowing his voice, a mute afraid to even mutter words to himself. It was trauma, looking back now from the incidents leading up him being abandoned by the Von Burgs. As a late bloomer, with no 'magic' in his blood for music, what would be his use as the Second Oldest Son. Drifting away from the daydream, Junbei would come back to his present, soaking in the sounds of the active ship around him, whether it be the deck above or the footsteps from the chambers below. One thing was for sure, Atlantis would be on it's way.

She stepped onto the ship, happy to be finally on their way to Atlantis. Rather than dread the possible dangers they would face, there was this feeling of fun and excitement at what was in store for the "brave" volunteers who would participate in this war. As far as preparations go, there was nothing really for her to do other than relax and enjoy the cruise. It seemed she wasn't the only one who shared this sentiment as the man of the hour, the Yonko himself, pulled up a beach chair deciding to spend the journey lounging around and playing a few tunes. In a way the man's relaxed nature appeared to boost the crew's morale. Perhaps he really was normally like that. She thought it was interesting.

With this many notable people present, Lin felt like a kid a Christmas. Except that unfortunately she had to hold herself back from challenging anyone. Relaxed as she may be, she did not underestimate the difficulty of going to war with Oceanus and preserving her strength was of utmost importance before the coming battle. Instead she entertained herself with the thought that this conflict would be a rare opportunity to indirectly compete with these big names and see how she measured up. They may be on the same side opposing Oceanus, but it was every man and woman for themselves as far as she was concerned.

She snapped back into reality after hearing the tune coming from the Yonko. She wasn't anywhere near their group, having chosen to approach the railings of the deck to get a better view of the seas as they sailed. But from where she stood she could clearly make out the melody. It was mysterious how a small instrument could carry sound so crisp while being so far. She unconsciously found herself humming along, even though she did not know the words. The man had talent. At the very least he was up there among the few musicians she's ever heard play. She wasn't much of a music person and preferred the silence and sounds of the waves but good music was always welcome.

After having her fill of the view and the ambiance, she made her way below deck to look for the quarters she was assigned to on the ship, while exploring the rest of the place. It wasn't everyday that she got to board a vessel of this size let alone one built by Fishmen and Merpeople. There was some interesting architecture and design to be seen. The material looked to be of high quality too. Although it wasn't her field of expertise, she had read a lot about ships in her free time. But mostly it was for the purpose of learning how to efficiently destroy or disable them. However she did come to appreciate the thought and effort that went to making them. She found her room in the section of the ship for the women's quarters and decided to do a bit of meditation training until supper or something came up.

(waiting)