14xx/7/7
83 days ever since arrival…
Sup journal.
I'm in luck, a really good luck.
The sea has been cleared, the storm has finally let up. It seems a strange monster or something stirs up the water for god knows how long. And many people said it was the same shota hero who cleared the sea. The sea was still rough and requires powerful craft to move, but they were not in danger of being attacked by overly powerful monsters…or not.
Getting back to the docks, I was surprised by the lack of ships on the shipyard. I saw many small boats or fishing trawler harboured at the port, yet no large warships or even trading craft. Asking around the bloc, I found a captain of a trading ship whom just came from the other side.
The captain was an old man in his 50s, but his strength was undeniable. He wore an admiral jacket with a an expertly crafted vest made out of metal, fabric and corals which I believe as his main form of protection alongside the Nagant revolver at his hip and a sharp cutlass at his side. He said that makina was still studied extensively and was considered a very new invention that can only be used by the rich and trained few. He said that he was lucky to get his hands on one of the new makina weaponries from San Ilia. He said that the revolver took him days to understand, but he knew that he'll never go back to flintlock ever again.
He said that the reason nobody ever bothered moving between the two continents was because of a war brewing at the other side. So far the port and San Ilia was far from the frontline, but the fear of an invading army appearing outta nowhere and striking them in the middle of the voyage was visible. It does not help that the sea was brimming with pirates as well.
The captain also said that the pirates were better equipped than normal and some fought like an elite soldier. He never likes rumour as they tend to create mutiny, but even he can hear the rumbling of rolling shot on the poop deck.
He said that the last voyage was pretty rough, twice he got attacked by pirates and both party ends up on a truce due to smashing each other to shit. He said that he wished to trade with some merchants from Pornof to get someone to reinforce his ship better.
This was a golden opportunity for me. I asked him if he was interested in equipping his ship with specialized makina operator to even out the odd. Hell, I can even make some mortar for extra firepower. I decided to strike a deal right there. I'll reinforce his ship and maybe make some ammunition for him and he'll provide transportation.
He accepted my deal, albeit a little bit sceptical. Using a feather I returned to the Queen Medal's castle. I decided to cash in the favour by asking for the guns from her armoury. She said that she traded fewer medals for more treasure anyway. She said that I can only carry what I need, not what I want.
Fine by me, I'm the guy who created a proper army back home. Using more feathers (The shop at the port has many) I ordered the sailors to carry those guns back to the ship. We have enough for a dedicated platoon to protect the ship. It was a good number. We have 6 Lewis machineguns and 4 M2 Browning machine guns. For the soldiers we have 12 Chinese-made AK-47, 20 Lee-Enfield rifles, 20 M1 Garand and 6 MP7 Submachineguns. All and all we have enough to arm a couple platoon of marines on the ship.
The first day was spending training the marines on how to use the weaponries. Lewis machineguns and the M2 Browning was few, so we attached them to the bow and the top part of the ship as the placement allows them to mow down any motherfucker trying to board the ship or even for a little sail-by.
I taught the captain and the ship marine on how to use their full-auto rifles on the event of an attack. I mostly took the Chinese-made AKs and some precious genuine MP7 submachine guns. I then took them for training with the new weapon they have. The one I found to be exceptionally accurate was then given the Lee-Enfield and some M1 Garand as a marksman.
The second day I visited the mines of Pornof with some marines to grab more iron ore as well as the chemical needed to make explosives. The mine became busy as burly sailors hauled sacks of ore from said mine. The marines and I was stronger than anything the cave can offer. The local Mimic population gotta face a whole squadron of battle-hardened marines all by themselves.
Heading back to the port, I decided to hit the local blacksmith and craft some simple grenade launchers for extra firepower. My mortar is simply a popgun firing hand grenades at certain distances. It was lighter and quieter. It was low-pressured launcher like an airsoft rifle, but the power came from the ammunition types.
Explosives can blast holes in the wooden board of an enemy's ship. Fire can set sails on fire. Flashbangs can create ruckus on board when needed and fragmentation shells were practically giant shotgun shells for mortars. The handheld grenade launchers look like a single barrel with only a wood pistol stock at the back of said barrel.
The ships houses several powerful elemental magicians, their mission was to manipulate the sea current throughout the journey for faster travel or extra mobility during combat. One of them was an alchemist that claimed that he can make almost anything out of SP or whatever kind of magic they used. I persuaded that guy to transmute a fuck-ton of ammo to reinforce the Sea Walker. Damn that name was unoriginal as fuck. Using some leftover money I procured a small stock of manna potion for the guy to consume as he tirelessly recreates every bullet by magic.
On the third day we attached iron plates upon the hull of the ships to reinforce it. The process took us two weeks as the iron pellets was crafted to fit at the hull of the ship. Along the time they were reinforcing it was hard at work teaching the marines how to shoot straight. Don't know how useful it was once we fought against mermaid pirates in a tempest.
The whole process of reinforcing said craft took us a month and a half. But the end result was goddamn satisfying. We have a ship plated with iron armour capable of absorbing a shitton of blows, a whole battalion of crack shot marines ready to put holes in something at a 300 miles radius. In short, I and some dudes converted the ship into a warship.
The captain was impressed by my work, so I manage to get a ride for free.
I'm gonna stop writing now, something happened at the deck.