The Bare Fist Pirates Voyage (RP on the Ship only, Any one can join)

Patrick took the anklets and bracelets from Franklin and placed them on happily and felt them a little clunky but still they would do for now. "Thanks tin man." He said as he leapt to his feet to see flying fish flying away. Annoyed Patrick said, "Your not getting away from me your bastards!" Patrick ran to the front of the ship and jumped on top of the fist at front he pressed the button to turn on the anklet and used Parkour Stomp Patrick was surprised by the power of there as he was thrown into the air towards the leading flying fish. Patrick grabbed hold of the fish and shouted back to Franklin, "Feck me these things are strong." Patrick then used his Parkour Stomp again only this time into the fish's body as he kicked off he launched himself towards the ship and found himself heading head first back towards the deck.

"Oh crap." muttered Patrick as he knew he was going to be in pain when he remembered his bracelets. Patrick opened his palms and pressed a button to use his bracelets to push off from the deck. As he hit the deck hard Patrick rolled over on to his side and breathed heavily before saying, "These things are pretty damn strong."

Franklin saw the effect of the braclets and anklets, and smiled to see the wonders they did, yes they are very strong, isn't that what you wanted, don't worry you will get use to the extra power they give you, I am glade you like them now if you would excuse me, I have to start on the things for Karol then he walked back to his work shop below deck, to take a nap before starting on his next things.
1 hour later he woke up from his nap, he was ready to start on the jet pack, his plan was to make a bigger version for the bracelets he had made for Patrick, so he got on to it, first he took two metal rods and used a cutting tourch to heat up the metal at one point to a certain tempereature so the metal became bandable, then he bended both of them to a perfect L shape, then he made a rectangular box out of metal and welded it onto the L's, after doing this he made carry straps and attached them to the L's, on each side of the box he welded on two air release valves, after that he found two big high presure air capsules and put them into the box, then he took a 75 centimeter long metal plate, cut it into two halfs and cut a circle in the middle of the plate then he attached the lids with hinges on each side so the box could open, then he found two hoses and conected the capsules and and release valves, and after some quick wireing the jet pack was done.
Now came the hard part, he had to calibrate the amount of air being released through the valve, so he ajusted the valves and air release amount on the air capsules, he put them to the half of what the bracelets had been at, then he took one button in each hand and pressed them both at the same time, the was launched into the air with such a thrust you would almost think he ahd been shoot out of a cannon, if he hadn't let go of the buttons he would have gone through the roof, he landed hard on the wooden floor, I need to recalibrate them further Franklin thought to himself so had somethin else to think of than the pain in his butt, after some recalibrating and alot of testing later the jet pack was calibrated, it gave the person enought thrust to fly around 2 meters off the ground, now that the jet pack was done it was time to begin with the bazooka for Karol, but first he needed some food, and after some searching he found what he was looking for, a bag of potato chips, his favorite snack, as he sat there on his bed he looked back at the things he had already made, he was proud of them all, but they wheren't powerfull enought to be called the most powerfull weapon of all time, cause that was his goal, to make the worlds strongest weapon, and he didn't want to stop until he had compleated that task even if it killed him.

Karol awoke from his long sleep. He had been up late every night training his techniques and mastering them. His wires had been replaced with a thicker, stronger steel and he had spent 10 hours sharpening them the night before. His collapsible sword had been replaced with a full length katana he had bought on the previous island and his cat claws had been connected to a steel glove he now wore on his belt. He took a moment and gazed out the window. it was a beautiful day, and the sea was littered with unconscious fish. Karol was puzzled by this but payed it no mind.

After a 20 minute breakfast he was back in his room training again. He still hadn't figured out a way to combine his sword style into what he called his tsunami karate. He had whipped up a couple of steel dummies and a wooden replica of his sword. Every time he hit a dummy it would pivot, spin and swing around madly, timing and reaction was key but he couldn't find his way through the crazy onslaught of steel. Exhausted and panting on the ground, the dummies taunted and provoked him, just standing there. They knew he couldn't beat them and that infuriated him. He stood up and ran straight through all of them giving each of them a solid hit. All of them were spinning and shaking like crazy, any hit from them had a chance to break his bones and he decided that this would be his final effort for the day. He tightened his grip on the wooden sword and slowly walked through the deathtrap he had created. He only had a moment, his first dummy was already swinging around on his left, karol leaned over to his right and sucked in his stomach just enough to dodge. The dolls hand passed no more than an inch away from his gut, he he a bit of time to attack but another doll was swinging in from above. Karol just let himself fall and did a backward somersault just under the attacking doll. This onslaught from the dummies continued for more than 30 minutes. Karol never sped up or slowed down throughout the entire process, moving no more than he absolutely had to, swirling and falling to dodge. he finally emerged out the other side breathing no harder than he had when he awoke that morning. Every training dummy had been stopped completely and he hadn't even broken a sweat, proof that he had masted his technique.

"I finally did it!!!" he said as he was sobbing on the ground, he could finally scrap all of these horrible dummies and move on. The techniques he had learned were finally at their peak and he now had the time and energy to learn more. The crew was full of individual and unique fighting abilities so he might as well learn what he can from them.

When Franklin had eaten up the bag of potato chips, he got to work on Karols bazooka, firstly he made made a 1 meter long titanium cylinder, the reason he used titanium was so it shouldn't blow up in Karols face, when the cylinder was done, he made two metal cones and ut of the top, when they where welded on to the cylinder the bazooka started to take shape, now to work on a way to make it more portable, but he had an idea of what he could make, first he made two metal braclets with the same kind of locking mechanism as the handcuffs, and then welded them onto the bazooka, then he drilled a hole on the top of the bazooka, and put two wires down there, then he wired a button to the wires, this would create a spark that could enlight the fuse of the rocket.
Now that the launcher was done it was time to make the rocket, he had a plan for his own special rocket, he started off by takeing one half egg formed cup and put it on the table, I am feeling like a chef on cooking tv Franklin thought as he took a lump of c4 plastic explosives, then he dipped it in a bowl of nitroglycerin, now that the lump of c54 was soaked in nitroglycerin he took some black powder and scattered it all over the table, then he rolled the lump of c4 in the black powder, and because of the nitroglycerin the powder stuck to the c4, after some rolling he had a black ball in his hand, the ball he placed into the half egg formed cup then he took cup equal to the one he had taken first, and put a devise that created a spark at the moment of impact now he carefullly welded the two half eggs together, next he took a metal cylinder and sealed one end, then he filled the cylinder up with gun powder, this was going to be useed for thrust,once the cylinder was packed with gun powder he sealed the other end as well, next he drilled a small hole in the bottom, and then he put a fuse in the hole, now that both the bazooka an rocket was done it was time to test the stuff, he went on the main deck, and walked up to the golden fist at the front of the ship, he looked around and saw a cliff aound 100 meters away he took aim yelled fire in the hole, fire in the hole and pressed the button on top of the cylinder, the rocket was launched from the bazooka at around 60 meters per second, it hit the cliff and exploded with such a power that you could feel the shock wave all the way to the ship, Franklin just stood there on the fist and gazed at his work, the cliff was nowhere to be seen, the cliff hand been blow into oblivion, that was the destructive power of a Franklin special as he wanted to call the rocket, "A Franklin Special" now that the stuff for Karol was done he wanted to deliver it to him right away, so he ran back to his work shop to get the jet pack, he unlocked the bazooka from his upper arm and ran to find Karol.
It didn't take Franklin long time to find Karol with his X-ray vision, he found him in one of the training room, he walked to the room and knocked on the door and said Karol may I come inside I have something for you then he waited for his reply.

Karol was about to open the door when he heard something pounding on the door. At the moment he didn't know who it was and that frightened him beyond all measure. Karol responded to this by quickly running and hiding behind one of his dummies, so that the unbelievable monster that was bound to be behind that door couldn't see him. His began to imagine what it could possibly look like, and as he formed images of various looking monsters he became more and more excited on what he actually looked like. Plus it was offering gifts so it couldn't be too horrible a monster. Karol emerged from the dummy and opened the door.

To his disappointment it was only Franklin. Karol silently wept about this until he saw what he was carrying. "You said you had something for me? is this it?" Karol was a little puzzled at what Franklin was carrying, they were definitely weapons, but quite large for Karol's size. At the moment it didn't matter though, he quickly took up the jet pack and looked it over. "What do they do?"

well the jet pack can make you go air born, and that cylinder thing is a custom made bazooka, Dorian said you thought these things would be cool, so I thought hey why not make them then he looked at the bazooka and jet pack he newest craftmanship, then he said Well I am glad you like them but now I must go and take a rest then he left.
He opened the door to his work shop, he was tired after all that working, he needed a nap, so he took one sip of champain, then went to bed.
(I am taking a nap for about 10 posts, I am going to post some ideas for weapons to create.)

(OOC: Sounds good, take your time. EVERYONE POST CONTINUOUSLY > Lol, jk)

Dorian pulled one of the Flying Fish out of the freezer and took it into teh Kitchen. He placed it on the table and brushed off the access scales. Dorian was getting ready to cook.

"..I'll bake you up! Hahahahaha!"

Van put the finishing touches touches to his newest weapon. It looked like a double barrel shotgun, because thats what is was. Van loved it's simplicity, and effectiveness, capable of taking down waves of enemies in a single shot. He had yet to design special pellets for it yet, but that was not to far off. Van reached into his desk and grabbed some of the special bullets King had designed for him and split them apart, paying attention to their anatomy.

"I can do this." he told himself, writing down the content of each separate bullet.

Franklin explained what the two contraptions were and left Karol alone with them, it's like this crew could read his mind. Both the jet pack and bazooka were great ideas and Karol quickly went outside to try both out. He strapped the jet pack on and was instantly airborne and raised himself to the top of the main mast. he then aimed the bazooka out at a rock that had carelessly poked its head out of the water. "HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME BASTARD!!!" Karol shouted at the mass as he launched a shot at it. The moment it exploded was life changing. The rock was fairly close to the ship and had virtually evaporated before his eyes, the ship was nearly pushed off coarse by the blast as well. He stared blankly out at the now empty sea, completely baffled as to what to do with this new weapon.

After a moment of silence for the lost boulder, Karol finally regained his senses. "Damn!! That's way to much!! No way i need that much power!" He enjoyed both contraptions but were to bulky to fit in with the rest of his fighting styles, and to fight, he needed to work everything together. Jumping down to the deck and making his way back to the training room, he slowly looked over both the bazooka and jetpack. He wanted to take something of each, there was no way he could take these into town. He found his way to the bazooka rounds and pulled a small part of it off, he then layed out a thick piece of steel from his dummies. he tossed the scrap and when it impacted the steel, a loud POP could be heard, and the steel was dented and lightly scorched. "so the rounds are impact based, i can use that" Karol said smiling to himself. "This should be good for now, i need to talk to Franklin about modifying these rounds." Karol then let ideas for various forms of bombs float through his mind, "These will be fun!"

Dorian finished cooking the Fish and pulled it off the barbaque. His mouth watered from the smell of the baked fish. Dorian then began eating the fish at an insanely fast speed. He left nothing but the head and the bone. Even the eyes had been eaten. Dorian had learned to eat as much as possible, you never know what meal would be your last. Dorian walked out the kitchen with his belly 10 times it normal size. He stumbled down the hall way and fell over. He was like a Giant Ball. He went rolling down the hall and fell into the Training room. Dorian the sat up and looked around the room. There he saw Karol.

"..HEY! KAROL! HELLO THERE! GWAHAHAHAHA!"

Karol was stopped in his tracks by his new captain barging into the training room. His overly stuffed bully jiggling upon every movement he took. Karol began to feel jelous, as he had not eaten that well in a very long time. "Well hello captain, what did you eat! Is there any left?!" He was now getting impatient, pictures of food were flowing into his mind and he began to drool. Franklin could wait, it was time for a well deserved feast.

Van finished noting the bullet contents. He should be able to make shotgun pellets out of the same material but it would take time and supplies. Van had plenty of time but he lacked supplies. The shotgun pellets could wait, Van needed to feed himself, and come up with some new weapon ideas. He made his way to the kitchen, passing Dorian who was rolling by. Van entered the kitchen and took one of the fish Dorian had recently acquired and a few chili peppers from the fridge. Van threw the fish into the open pit and put a pepper in his mouth, He began chewing one end of it and pulled the stem off the other end. Van stopped chewing and look at the stem, he spit out the pepper and looked at it too. The two pieces gave him an Idea, he would work on it post-haste, but his fish was still cooking. Van had another idea, he loaded a heat bullet into his gun and shot the fish, point blank. He removed the fish and took a bite, it wasn't half bad.

"Hm, maybe i should be the cook here." he joked to himself, returning to his room to build his new weapon.

Dorian pushed him self forward and onto his butt. He looked over at Karol and waved at him. Letting out a huge burp before speaking.

"BUUUUUUUUUUURP!! Hey Karol! Yeah..we have like 12 Flying Fish left. I ate 1 of them, but feel free to cook some! But only eat one..everyone has to get at least one!"

Dorian looked around and attempted to stand up. He wasn't used to this round body. Dorian then was able to get up on his feet and began squeezing his way through the door way, leaving the training room. Dorian walked down the hallway, or should I say, slid down. Trying to get back out side. He didn't like being inside anything. He enjoyed fresh air and the breeze. Dorian was half way down the hall when he became antionious to get out side. Dorian then began stretching towards the door that lead to the main deck.

Van was drawing some notes in his notebook, and rereading the notes he had written before. This weapon would require a bit of gunpowder, and some thread. Van had an idea, this weapon could help the crew in many ways, mainly for escapes and against crowds of marines. But one thing van lacked was some shrapnel, maybe her should ask that new inventor for some? Why not? Van got up and walked over to Franklins room and knocked on his door.

"Hey Franklin, do you have any shrapnel? Or any shrapnel like materials i could use?" he asked, shouting in case Franklin wasn't listening.

Karol made his way to the kitchen. He had almost never made food himself, at least not a full meal. He pulled out one of the very large fish and set it on the grill then fired it up. He then looked for whatever spices looked interesting and threw them on top. "Only way to learn is through experimentation" He said smiling. The entire fish then burst into flames. He began to cry as he saw his precious lunch burning in front of his eyes but was then overcome with rage. "How dare you try to kill yourself before i can eat you!!!!" He said, attacking the fish and skinning it with his wires. the flaming skin was separated from the all important meat. He then put out the flames and tossed the skin outside, and began to eat.

Franklin woke up by the sound of someone knocking at the door, it was Van, What does he want Franklin thought as he got up from bed walked over to the door and opened it to see Van standing there What do you want Van Franklin said and then listened to what Van said Shrapnel you say, hm what do you need that for? he asked back and then he said come inside and sitt down and tell me what exactly you want with shrapnel and then maybe I can buil it. then he waited for Van to reply.

Dorian was able to launch him self out of the hall way and onto the main deck. He then commenced loafing around.

"...Welp..."

Van opened the door and stood in front of Franklin.

"I'm not sitting, I came to ask for some shrapnel. If you must know, I'm working on a small explosive. I would appreciate it if you could help me. You know what, you can build it for me, i need to do... something else. It should be the size of a childs fist. It should have a piece of thread coming from the top, once lit, it will explode after a few seconds. It would take some time to make, but considering the things you built so far, it shouldn't be any trouble." he explained, in his calm tone

He patted Franklin on the shoulder and walked out.

"Now to work on my physical strength." he thought to himself.

Karol finished his meal and was more than stuffed. He needed to get his idea to franklin before he forgot it. He made his way back to his room, grabbed one of the cannon balls, and made his way to franklins room. He overheard Van telling franklin of his new weapon and then watched him leave. He had the same kind of plan Karol did. He made his own way into the room and confronted franklin. "I need basically the same thing van does, only keep this impact based. And would it be possible to make a bunch of different kinds? like smoke bombs, flash bombs stuff like that?"

Franklin heard what Van wanted and said I shall see what I can do, but it will have to wait, I have some other projects I would like to finish first, but you are number 11 at my list then he watched as Van left before he closed the door, the first thing he did was to make a sign which said "working with explosives do not disturb" then he put the sign up on the outside of the door, then he got to work on some blue prints for his latest inventions.

In a the time he used lazing around. His food had digested and he was back to his normal slim self. Dorian stood up and let out a loud yawn, showing he was done being tired. It would be physically impossible for Dorian to do his own strength training on the ship. So he would train his reflexes. Dorian was already able to almost dodge bullets, if he could see it coming, but how? Dorian wasn't to bright when it came to coming up with ideas on the stop. He could while fighting, but critical thinking and planning was his weak point. Dorian crossed his arms and gave a concerned look to the vast sky.

"...Hmm...How can I train....Bleh...This is lame.."

Van needed physical training. His independent training had taken him as far as he could go, he needed to be trained. He walked around the ship, eventually finding his way onto the main deck, seeing Dorian loafing around. This planted an Idea into Vans head.

"Oi, Dorian. How about helping me with some training before we reach the next island?" he asked, putting up his fists.