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[boats_n_hoes]

[ It's been a little while now, since Floki arrived in this world. He's had a lot to deal with, emotionally when it comes to the Gods here. Believing that any interaction, involvement or acknowledgement of them is a direct insult to his Gods, the real Gods!

It's also taken him a while to get used to the communication devices. Floki is fluent in Runes, one of the lucky and knowledgeable Vikings that managed to teach himself how to communicate through them. Floki could read and write, understand and create tales through this means, yet the phone device he was given? This was all new and strange.

So, here he was. The first appearance over the network sat in what looked like a beautifully crafted, ornate wooden Viking boat. The head was of Fáfnir, the mythical Midgard Serpent. Floki slumped against he neck of the dragon, a smirk-like sneer pulled over his lips. He placed the phone on the side of the boat, freeing his hands so that he was able to pick up a rather large wooden statue he'd handcarved himself. ]

May the Alföðr himself, bless my boat.

[ Raising both arms to the sky, fingers twitching in random movements, a strange chirp of a giggle left his lips before he stroked the statue with one hand, a gesture of praise with his other, moved down his forehead before kissing the knuckle of his thumb. ]

The true Gods should be pleased to see someone still worships them. I shall be blessed a bountiful life so long as I reject these false deities... And you should all be wise too, turn your back on their lies, for Odin is forgiving of the ignorant and blind but not those who will turn their backs in blasphemy.

[ Turning his head aside, Floki spat at the ground as if he was so disgusted in what he was saying, disgusted that people here fell for the glamour these so-called Gods had them under. ]

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[boats_n_hoes]

I see... So the Islands were all once connected?

[ Floki had arrived when it was already like this, he didn't really know any different.

Watching as he touched the ship. Floki didn't mind, he welcomed the curious Captian. ]

Enclosed cabins? Mmm... Never have I been on a ship where you sat below the surface of the sea. and riding Thor's storms are easy for a Viking ship! Two-masted I can do, however... I have no problem with your ideas.

[ Though the thought of being below deck still baffled him. Maybe it was a Pirate thing? ]

[hot_mes]

Yeah...you didn't know? [ah, that's right, newcomers. Look who gave no shits about the coliseum this month...] When I first came, it was inside a cave. Then moved to a desert. Essentially, in coming here the city has been split in four.

[he smirks a bit to himself at the assumption. Granted, below-decks is definitely a thing, particularly for him and his submarine, but on the kind of ship he's envisioning, that area is for cargo and losers.]

I don't think we have the means to make something truly below the surface. You've never seen a cabin above the main deck?

[boats_n_hoes]

[ Floki scratched his beard and shook his head, curling his bottom lip up over the top one. ]

No. I have never heard of such a thing. Why do you need such luxury? We Vikings tie down the loot we pillage, in chests and sacks. And we sit and rest against the wood or each other... You would have to show me what you mean, and tell me exactly why it was necessary.

[ Otherwise, you know, he's not going to want to build it. Hm, the people he had met here so far were all so strange with their ideas of what a boat should be like. ]

[hot_mes]

Luxury? Hardly. It's for safety and security. We don't know how far out we'll need to go or how long the journey will be, the ship needs to carry enough supplies to make it there and back. If you want to sit in the middle of the deck with rain and wind and snow in your face for three weeks at a time, be my guest, but I'd rather my crew didn't get sick and end up crying in bed the whole time instead of being able to stand on their feet and do their work.

[sternly, and confidently. Look he's been doing this for thirteen years, he knows a good ship design when he sees it. Even if he knows you can't catch cold from the rain, a cabin for sleeping and the galley goes a long way toward preventing illness in other ways.]

[boats_n_hoes]

[ It wasn't that Floki was trying to be awkward or picky, he was genuinely baffled as to why you needed the ship to be so, well, so homely. Law's thirteen years of experience was but a drop in the ocean for Floki! His settlement, his people and he himself had been doing this kind of thing on this kind of boat for generations! He just couldn't wrap his head around wanting to not experience the weather and company. ]

Well, if your men cry like babes over a little snow or rain, are you really sure you want them fighting and sailing alongside you? Maybe our people are more different than assumed? Better suited to sailing for weeks on end in all kinds of elements. No, no you'll have to draw it for me on a scroll! Show me why and how and I'll consider it.

[ Mumbling to himself about how he can't just put rooms and doors, holding bays and extra space on his boat or it won't sail over the waves as easy. He saw nothing wrong with what he was doing and would be hard convinced that he wasn't right. ]

[hot_mes]

[well, he's no artist, but...]

Fine, then I will. And if it doesn't meet your standards I'll just find someone else.

[he would rather not work with Curufin but sometimes beggars can't be choosers. And he doesn't really believe this viking to be any different than himself, except maybe dumber. There's a reason longboats went out of fashion for every culture except giants.]