Chương 178: A Grand Tour #178
Iceburg, with his keen sense of Cedric's presence, turned his attention to the approaching figure. His smile was warm and approving as he caught Cedric's mutter. "The golden ape, eh? It's a fitting name..." he mused, his eyes holding a spark of appreciation for the ship's design.
Cedric's own grin matched Iceburg's, his gaze conveying both gratitude and excitement as he greeted Iceburg. Iceburg's voice held a touch of playful theatricality as he continued, "Though I would have named it the Aurum Ape Extravaganza, if it were up to me..."
Cedric's eyes rolled playfully, a knowing smirk forming on his lips. "Then it's a good thing it's not up to you..." he retorted, his voice teasing.
Den's hearty chuckle joined the conversation as he stepped forward, his hand gesturing toward the grand ship that towered before them. "Agreed. But you should take a look inside..." he suggested, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.
Cedric's grin only widened, his eagerness palpable as he responded, "I can't wait..." With Den leading the way, Cedric followed, his footsteps echoing with anticipation.
Kieran and Iceburg trailed behind, joining the procession onto the ship. As they stepped onto the main deck, a spacious area greeted them, lined with imposing cannons positioned on each side. Iceburg assumed his role as the ship's unofficial guide, his voice steady as he explained, "I managed to get a good deal in the last patch of Adam Tree wood..." His gesture encompassed the cannons that stood ready, positioned strategically. "We used the surplus to arm the ship..."
Cedric's appreciative nod mirrored the sentiments of the group, and his eyes scanned the deck, admiring the craftsmanship and design choices. The presence of the canons spoke to the ship's readiness for adventure and the potential challenges that lay ahead.
With a gesture that beckoned the group to follow, Iceburg led the way on a tour of the ship's main deck, their steps resonating against the sturdy wood beneath them. The ship's design revealed itself gradually, each detail a testament to the labor and creativity invested in its creation. Iceburg paused at key points, his words a blend of informative descriptions and a fatherly sense of pride.
Pointing toward the imposing steering wheel, Iceburg explained its mechanics. The polished wood gleamed under the sunlight, the wheel standing as a symbol of control and direction. The anchor windlass nearby was equally impressive, its intricacies described with Iceburg's characteristic precision.
As they continued the tour, Iceburg provided information that illuminated the ship's capabilities. His voice carried the weight of experience as he shared, "The ship can safely hold 150 people, however, it can be efficiently operated by around 50 sailors..." The practicality of the ship's design was evident in Iceburg's words, and a sense of functionality underscored every element.
Cedric's laughter, rich and warm, echoed across the deck in response to Iceburg's words. "Looks like we have just the required number to run the ship..." he mused, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and contentment. His gaze wandered over the ship's features, taking in the sails that reached for the sky, catching the light with their golden hue.
His admiration evident, Cedric's tone grew contemplative. "Who knows? Maybe I'll even fill it up with people one day..." The possibility hung in the air, his words carrying a sense of anticipation and openness to the future.
Descending into the lower deck, the common area opened up before them, revealing a space that promised camaraderie and shared moments. The ship's heart seemed to beat here, in the hub where stories would be told, laughter would echo, and bonds would be forged.
Iceburg's voice resonated with a sense of accomplishment as he continued to guide them through the ship's features. "We incorporated dials into the ship as you asked..." His words held a touch of pride as he gestured toward the windows, each adorned with a small dial.
The mechanisms were elegant in their simplicity, designed to absorb the sunlight during the day and then emit a soft glow during the night, casting a warm illumination that painted the ship in a gentle, enchanting light.
Cedric's nod of appreciation was genuine as he acknowledged Iceburg's efforts. "You did a good job," he praised, his gaze sweeping over the innovative addition. Yet, his discerning nature prompted him to dig deeper. "But did you attain all the dial types I told you about?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.
Iceburg's sigh held a hint of regret as he shook his head, his expression earnest. "I managed to attain most of them, but not all—especially the ones that could be weaponized..." His honesty in this matter was palpable, as was his ethical stance on such matters.
The conversation shifted as Den added his insight. "I'm not fond of creating weapons myself, but Den managed to have Franky share some pointers with him..." The camaraderie among shipwrights was evident, the exchange of knowledge serving as a testament to their craft.
Den, with a nod, continued to elaborate. "I managed to create the weapons you asked, but we still lack most of the dials necessary to activate them..." His words were pragmatic, yet tinged with an apologetic note.
Cedric's shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, a gesture of understanding. "Well, that's too bad, but I'll do something about it myself..." His resolve was clear, his words underscoring his commitment to his ship and its potential.
Iceburg's smile held a touch of pride as he offered this new revelation. "However, we have attained the dials that would enhance the ship's mobility—we incorporated them into this wind harnessing engine you described..." His voice carried a blend of excitement and accomplishment, a testament to his dedication to fulfilling Cedric's vision.
With those words, Iceburg resumed his guided tour, and the group followed in his wake, anticipation coursing through them. His promise to showcase the ingenious innovation ignited a spark of curiosity within them. Each step seemed to draw them closer to the heart of the ship's intricate design.
As they progressed through the ship's interior, Iceburg played the role of both guide and proud creator. He pointed out various features—a labyrinth of bunk areas, individual rooms designed to accommodate the ship's higher-ranking crew members, the strategic storage spaces, the dock for the flying fish, and the various compartments that would serve the multifaceted needs of the crew.
Finally, they descended into the lower deck, a realm that promised the revelation they had been waiting for. Thick brass-colored pipes formed a complex network that stretched from one end of the ship to the other, exuding an aura of power and intricacy. It was as if the ship's very veins were on display, bearing witness to the ship's beating heart of innovation.
With a gesture that encompassed the pipes, Iceburg delved into the core of the ship's innovation. "These pipes are connected to breath dials at the front of the ship and jet dials at the back..." His voice carried a blend of scientific explanation and enthusiasm, his expertise evident in his every word. He paused briefly, clearing his throat before continuing.
"The breath dials absorb the wind, and channel it through the pipes toward the jet dials..." Iceburg's words held a rhythmic cadence, unveiling the elegant mechanics that powered the ship's potential. His gaze shifted, his eyes fixing on the rear of the ship with a profound sense of pride.
"The jet dials will amplify the force of the wind and propel the ship forward at an incredible speed with the press of a button..." The concept seemed almost magical, a harmonious fusion of ancient craftsmanship and modern engineering.
As they ascended back to the main deck, the atmosphere seemed to shimmer with a newfound sense of accomplishment. The brilliant sunlight cast its golden hue upon the ship's intricate exterior, each design element catching the light in a dance of reflections. The ship stood before them like a testament to innovation, power, and the shared aspirations of those who had crafted it.
Amidst the anticipation that hung in the air, Iceburg's inquiry cut through like a guiding beacon. "So... what do you think of your new ship?" His eyes held a mixture of curiosity and hope, a reflection of his desire for the ship to meet Cedric's expectations.
Cedric's smile was a testament to his satisfaction as he turned to face Iceburg. His gratitude and admiration were evident in the softness of his expression as he replied, "I love it... you definitely delivered." His voice carried a genuine warmth, a deep appreciation for the craftsmanship that had brought his vision to life.
Yet, as the ship's details continued to unveil themselves to him, Cedric's excitement couldn't be contained. His eyes roved over the ship's exterior, drinking in every line and curve with an artist's appreciation for his creation. It was as if he was discovering new facets with every passing moment, each detail a brushstroke in the masterpiece that was his ship.
Turning his attention back to Iceburg, Cedric's eagerness was palpable. The question that had been lingering at the forefront of his mind spilled from his lips, "When can I take it out to sea?"
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