Scenario:Poacher's Day - Chapter 2: Fishermen of Benthic Island - Episode 1
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Poacher's Day - Chapter 2: Fishermen of Benthic Island - Episode 1
Brawny men lurk within a dark cave, biding their time until their leader gives them the signal to move. Meanwhile Carren takes another crack at persuading Arma to let the crew go fishing with him, and he finally relents.
???: ...
A small group collectively hold their breath in a small cave.
They each have equally brawny bodies, and their heated breaths reek of their overflowing lust for violence.
???: Allow me to expound on why I choose to have you stay inside despite our manpower.
???: Freedom and oppression are akin to light and shadow. Without light, there is no shadow; and without shadow, there can be no light.
???: You stand still as stone for now—in order to understand the oppression you must defeat and to truly savor the freedom that will come at the end of the tunnel.
???: Alas, our time is near. It shall finally be our turn to mock, besmirch, and trample those who would fetter our freedom.
Goon 1: Oooh!
Goon 2: Awaitin' yer orders!
Goon 3: Hiss...
???: Humph, simmer down, my sons. As I said... Our time draws near.
The men fade into the damp moist of the darkness, biding their time to come.
Carren: ...
Lunalu: Why would you want to visit that scary guy again?
Carren: We'll need his permission if we're to do anything.
Lunalu: But won't he just brush you off once more?
Carren: Heheh! That won't happen again! I've got something up my sleeve this time.
The sound of a hammer at work resonates louder and louder as the crew approaches Arma's abode.
Arma: Humph!
Arma focuses his entire being into pounding away at the red-hot steel sheet.
Lunalu: Looks like he's busy...
Carren: Uh-huh.
Arma: It's you folks...
Arma: You'll have to wait.
Carren and the others quietly watch as Arma continues banging on the steel sheet.
Arma: What do you want?
Carren: I thought we should pay our respects to the leader of the village.
Carren: It's not much, but I brought a little souvenir from a famous shop in Port Breeze for you...
Arma: Don't need it.
Carren: Huh?
(Crap. What now?)
(Crap. What now?)
Lunalu: (So this is what it means to not give someone the time of day...)
Arma: ...
Arma reflects on what Carren might be thinking.
Arma: I'll have it.
Carren: Hm?
Arma: Come in.
Arma accepts the gift and goes back inside the house.
Carren: Ah... Oh, okay.
Arma: Guests.
Carren: Hello, coming in.
Arma's Wife: Why, hello there.
Oh my, how rare of us to have guests—such young ones at that! Are they from outside the island?
Oh my, how rare of us to have guests—such young ones at that! Are they from outside the island?
Arma: Mm-hm.
Arma's Wife: Please make yourselves at home.
I know Arma can be a bit hard to talk to, but—Oh, let me get you folks some tea!
I know Arma can be a bit hard to talk to, but—Oh, let me get you folks some tea!
Her eyes stop at the object Arma has placed on the table.
Arma's Wife: Oh, you even brought a souvenir for us? Sorry for the trouble. I hope Arma didn't refuse it like he usually does.
Arma: ...
Arma's Wife: Sigh, I know he can seem really curt and blunt with how little he talks, but that's just how he is. I hope you didn't take offense.
Arma: ...
Carren: Ahaha, that's good to know...
The crew is relieved to know the truth about Arma's brusque attitude.
With a memo in hand to help her guide the conversation, Lunalu speaks.
Lunalu: Sooo... what were you doing outside, Arma?
Arma: Preparing.
Arma's Wife: The fishermen of this island spend an entire year just preparing everything they need to harvest sea urkins. That's just how dangerous they are. People come back injured every year.
Arma's Wife: Making the armored plates for our boats, the special weapons and other equipment used specifically for harvesting urkins—there's just so much to get ready.
Lunalu: Special weapons? Is the sword on the wall over there one of them?
Lunalu's eyes are transfixed on the sword affixed to the wall sporting an exceptionally long handle.
Arma's Wife: That's for the queen of the urkins. There's only one of them roaming the seas each year. Queens are remarkably strong with a shell to match, so the sword's custom-made for that.
Lunalu: Only one a year? Is it like a queen bee type of thing?
Arma's Wife: Much of the island's revenue comes from catching the queen urkin. It's many times larger than your typical urkin, and we get sooo much more meat off of it.
Arma's Wife: It's my husband's job to prepare for the queen's hunt. That's what he was doing with the steel plate outside. It goes on the mother ship we use when going after the queen.
Arma removes the sword from the wall and draws it from its scabbard while listening.
Arma: I call it the Duskbringer.
Arma's Wife: If you look closely, the tip is a different color than that of most other swords. It's actually made from a special gold brick.
Arma's Wife: The way it glitters resembles that of the setting sun, hence the name Duskbringer. It's only good for one use, so we have to make one from scratch each year.
Carren: Sounds like a ton of work...
Carren: Wait, you even use gold bricks?
Arma: Can't crack the queen's shell without it.
Arma's Wife: All this work—the steel plating on the boats, the sword... It's all so that the fishermen can have a fruitful harvest and come home safe.
Arma's Wife: But the number of people that return injured each year never decreases. Ever since Arma took on the role of chief, over a hundred villagers have given up fishing due to injuries.
Arma: And nine.
Arma's Wife: Right, a hundred-and-nine in total.
Carren: Is that why you refused us earlier? You were afraid we might get hurt?
Arma: Yes.
Arma's Wife: It is the duty of the fisherman to brave all dangers of the sea—that is the creed of all anglers on this island. Entertaining the guest takes utmost priority.
Arma: A fisherman's pride, if you will.
Carren: ...
Carren takes a deep breath and carefully chooses her next words.
Carren: Arma. Please understand that what I'm about to say on the behalf of the crew here is not as a tourist... but as a skyfarer.
Carren: We understand full well how dangerous this is. Yet we would still like to request permission to go on one of these hunts. So that we can do our job.
Arma: You'll die.
Carren: Don't expect us to back down so easily just because you think it's impossible or too risky.
Carren: My parents tried their hardest to stop me from becoming a skyfarer just because it's dangerous, but here I am...
Arma: ...
Carren: What's more... I owe you one for covering me back there and getting injured as a result.
Arma: ...
Follow me.
Follow me.
Arma's Wife: Wha... You're seriously taking them fishing?
Carren: Ahaha, we did it! C'mon, (Captain)!
=== 2: Fishermen of Benthic Island===
Brawny men lurk within a dark cave, biding their time until their leader gives them the signal to move. Meanwhile Carren takes another crack at persuading Arma to let the crew go fishing with him, and he finally relents.
???: ...
A small group collectively hold their breath in a small cave.
They each have equally brawny bodies, and their heated breaths reek of their overflowing lust for violence.
???: Allow me to expound on why I choose to have you stay inside despite our manpower.
???: Freedom and oppression are akin to light and shadow. Without light, there is no shadow; and without shadow, there can be no light.
???: You stand still as stone for now—in order to understand the oppression you must defeat and to truly savor the freedom that will come at the end of the tunnel.
???: Alas, our time is near. It shall finally be our turn to mock, besmirch, and trample those who would fetter our freedom.
Goon 1: Oooh!
Goon 2: Awaitin' yer orders!
Goon 3: Hiss...
???: Humph, simmer down, my sons. As I said... Our time draws near.
The men fade into the damp moist of the darkness, biding their time to come.
Carren: ...
Lunalu: Why would you want to visit that scary guy again?
Carren: We'll need his permission if we're to do anything.
Lunalu: But won't he just brush you off once more?
Carren: Heheh! That won't happen again! I've got something up my sleeve this time.
The sound of a hammer at work resonates louder and louder as the crew approaches Arma's abode.
Arma: Humph!
Arma focuses his entire being into pounding away at the red-hot steel sheet.
Lunalu: Looks like he's busy...
Carren: Uh-huh.
Arma: It's you folks...
Arma: You'll have to wait.
Carren and the others quietly watch as Arma continues banging on the steel sheet.
Arma: What do you want?
Carren: I thought we should pay our respects to the leader of the village.
Carren: It's not much, but I brought a little souvenir from a famous shop in Port Breeze for you...
Arma: Don't need it.
Carren: Huh?
(Crap. What now?)
(Crap. What now?)
Lunalu: (So this is what it means to not give someone the time of day...)
Arma: ...
Arma reflects on what Carren might be thinking.
Arma: I'll have it.
Carren: Hm?
Arma: Come in.
Arma accepts the gift and goes back inside the house.
Carren: Ah... Oh, okay.
Arma: Guests.
Carren: Hello, coming in.
Arma's Wife: Why, hello there.
Oh my, how rare of us to have guests—such young ones at that! Are they from outside the island?
Oh my, how rare of us to have guests—such young ones at that! Are they from outside the island?
Arma: Mm-hm.
Arma's Wife: Please make yourselves at home.
I know Arma can be a bit hard to talk to, but—Oh, let me get you folks some tea!
I know Arma can be a bit hard to talk to, but—Oh, let me get you folks some tea!
Her eyes stop at the object Arma has placed on the table.
Arma's Wife: Oh, you even brought a souvenir for us? Sorry for the trouble. I hope Arma didn't refuse it like he usually does.
Arma: ...
Arma's Wife: Sigh, I know he can seem really curt and blunt with how little he talks, but that's just how he is. I hope you didn't take offense.
Arma: ...
Carren: Ahaha, that's good to know...
The crew is relieved to know the truth about Arma's brusque attitude.
With a memo in hand to help her guide the conversation, Lunalu speaks.
Lunalu: Sooo... what were you doing outside, Arma?
Arma: Preparing.
Arma's Wife: The fishermen of this island spend an entire year just preparing everything they need to harvest sea urkins. That's just how dangerous they are. People come back injured every year.
Arma's Wife: Making the armored plates for our boats, the special weapons and other equipment used specifically for harvesting urkins—there's just so much to get ready.
Lunalu: Special weapons? Is the sword on the wall over there one of them?
Lunalu's eyes are transfixed on the sword affixed to the wall sporting an exceptionally long handle.
Arma's Wife: That's for the queen of the urkins. There's only one of them roaming the seas each year. Queens are remarkably strong with a shell to match, so the sword's custom-made for that.
Lunalu: Only one a year? Is it like a queen bee type of thing?
Arma's Wife: Much of the island's revenue comes from catching the queen urkin. It's many times larger than your typical urkin, and we get sooo much more meat off of it.
Arma's Wife: It's my husband's job to prepare for the queen's hunt. That's what he was doing with the steel plate outside. It goes on the mother ship we use when going after the queen.
Arma removes the sword from the wall and draws it from its scabbard while listening.
Arma: I call it the Duskbringer.
Arma's Wife: If you look closely, the tip is a different color than that of most other swords. It's actually made from a special gold brick.
Arma's Wife: The way it glitters resembles that of the setting sun, hence the name Duskbringer. It's only good for one use, so we have to make one from scratch each year.
Carren: Sounds like a ton of work...
Carren: Wait, you even use gold bricks?
Arma: Can't crack the queen's shell without it.
Arma's Wife: All this work—the steel plating on the boats, the sword... It's all so that the fishermen can have a fruitful harvest and come home safe.
Arma's Wife: But the number of people that return injured each year never decreases. Ever since Arma took on the role of chief, over a hundred villagers have given up fishing due to injuries.
Arma: And nine.
Arma's Wife: Right, a hundred-and-nine in total.
Carren: Is that why you refused us earlier? You were afraid we might get hurt?
Arma: Yes.
Arma's Wife: It is the duty of the fisherman to brave all dangers of the sea—that is the creed of all anglers on this island. Entertaining the guest takes utmost priority.
Arma: A fisherman's pride, if you will.
Carren: ...
Carren takes a deep breath and carefully chooses her next words.
Carren: Arma. Please understand that what I'm about to say on the behalf of the crew here is not as a tourist... but as a skyfarer.
Carren: We understand full well how dangerous this is. Yet we would still like to request permission to go on one of these hunts. So that we can do our job.
Arma: You'll die.
Carren: Don't expect us to back down so easily just because you think it's impossible or too risky.
Carren: My parents tried their hardest to stop me from becoming a skyfarer just because it's dangerous, but here I am...
Arma: ...
Carren: What's more... I owe you one for covering me back there and getting injured as a result.
Arma: ...
Follow me.
Follow me.
Arma's Wife: Wha... You're seriously taking them fishing?
Carren: Ahaha, we did it! C'mon, (Captain)!