After the prince had made sure the thief knew what he was doing, and that Fawful wasn't causing any trouble, Peasley went back into the ship and unlocked the cartographer's room. He grabbed an updated map of the open ocean and then began to leave, but stopped and scanned the room. He wasn't sure what else he was looking for, but he couldn't shake the feeling he was forgetting something important. He decided to instead scrutinize the books and maps around the table.
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"What weird thing you makin' now, kid?" Popple asked Fawful, who was tinkering with what looked like a large machine block on the deck below the helm. It looked like something that was suppose to be attached to the ship. "Follow up question; where'd you get that?"
"Fawful found this in the room of storage! It is an emergency engine for in case the sails rip apart like the plastic bag of crackers." He continued meddling with it. He quietly said something else but Popple didn't hear as he turned the ship away from a large pointed stone sticking out of the shore.
The bandit looked back down at Fawful "Meh, you do you kid, just don't burn the ship down or anythin', see."
"Fawful is not that careless! I require fury, not fire, fink-rat." Fawful tightened a few more bolts before his almost permanent smile grew. He sprang to his feet to run the engine up to the higher deck. He dashed all the way to the back railing and was about to climb over-
Popple leaned on the wheel with his arms crossed, "I ain't fishing you out if you fall in by the way, shorty."
The cyborg didn't stop, he only grabbed onto the railing with his extendable arm and was now standing on the railing with the machine, toolbox hanging from his arm, "Fawful is not a fish. He is installing the super Fawful engine! Trademark of I." With that, the former Beanbean lifted himself up and over the back rails with his extendable arm. It was strong enough to hold his weight, plus the machines' and he could move around with minimal effort. It was almost as if he was hovering just above the waves as he started connecting the engine to part of the steering mechanism.
The shadow thief called down to the former bean, "Hope you can swim!" He chuckled.
"POPPLE!" Prince Peasley slammed open the ship's only door, spinning around to find the Shadow thief quickly turning his attention back to sailing. The prince was holding a few papers inside an open book as he ran up the deck stairs. "I completely forgot about the Oho peaks!" He Said franticly.
Popple blinked, "The what?"
Peasley pointed to one of his maps of the Beanbean kingdom, there along the edge of the Oho ocean area where large dots, marking a wavy line of tightly-packed rocks, "These wind all along the seabed and there's only a few places a boat this size can get threw!" The prince looked ahead and squinted at the still-far Oho peaks. He made a grab for the helm, "Here, let me steer from now on, I can get us threw the rocks."
The thief swatted his hand away, "I've sailed enough not ta let a few rocks stop me. I can sail around em' fine."
"Still, I do not trust your proficiency to steer the ship threw that without damaging it." Peasley grabbed the wheel.
Popple held onto the farthest handle and pivoted it away from the royal bean, "Yeah? Well, you should, see. Cause I'm gonna!"
Peasley moved it back, "Just stop and give me the wheel now so I can find an exit! I'll give it back after, just give me it for a few minutes."
The burglar pivoted the wheel again, "Fat chancce bozo. There ain't no reason I can't steer this thing myself, see! You just go back to lookin' at your dumb maps and charts." He waved a hand dismissively and returned it to the wheel, "the only chart I need is the one marking the treasure, see. So either you hand me what's mine or go back below deck."
"So help me thief, I'll-"
An odd start-up noise from behind them sputtered. The two beans stopped bickering to look at the back railing.
"What was that?" The prince questioned, "And where's Fawful!?" He asked a little more concerned because of the mechanical claw he noticed hooked on the back fence.
The mechanical sputtering started again, this time louder and gradually becoming faster.
"Cripes."
With virtually no warning, the boat suddenly began to shoot forward. The ships entire front coming up out of the water, as it darted across the ocean faster then anything they'd seen. The thief held onto the wheel for dear life so he wouldn't fly off the ship, same with the prince as the boat became dangerously close to overturning.
Fawful popped his head over the back railing, practically unfazed with the current predicament. "I have success! The super Fawful engine is working even better then previously thought! It has the power to go faster then the fastest built vehicle! But only for a limited time of three minutes and twelve seconds from the turbine's-"
"SLOW. DOWN. THE BOAT!" Peasley and Popple yelled in unison at the robot, who threw his hand up in frustration.
"Did you not hear the great Fawful? This speed is temporary! And it does not do the stopping until three minutes and twelve seconds are completed!"
Peasley took a breath, although still visibly worried, "Fawful! We're headed straight for jagged rocks! You need to stop the ship right now!"
The former Beanish maneuvered over to the ships' side, and could see a clear view of the Oho Peaks. "That does not look good."
"YA THINK!?" Popple yelled, almost letting go of his hat, "Look! Your the only one who can really move right now! So DO SOMETHING!"
Looking over the upturned ship, Fawful studied the angled rocks and caught sight of an opening to the left, "Fawful will do the boat saving if you just shut it!" He maneuvered up to the steering wheel, spinning it (and the two beans) towards the left. Unfortunately it was a very fast and long spin, making the beans dizzy and the ship less on corse then before.
After the wheel stopped spinning, the prince put a hand on his whirling head, "Fawful, have you ever even been on a boat before today?"
"Nope."
The ship slammed into the rocks, any less of an angle would've meant disaster, but the slope ended up sending the boat flying up into the sky. The crew was sent screaming as the ship descended down back into the water with a violent splash. Everyone on board couldn't believe they were even upright, let alone alive and the ship still intact.
Fawful stood on the back railing, his hand in a triumphant fist, "FASTLY EAT WODDEN FURY, ROCKS!" He laughed.
"Oh my godness," Peasley awed in disbelief, "I can't believe what just happened!" They were still traveling at incredible speeds, so his hands weren't free to express himself fully.
Popple continued to hold onto the wheel and his hat for dear life, still in slight shock over the near-death experience, "WHAT THE F-"
As if perfectly timed to censor something, the ship's engine made another sputtering noise as the boat began slowing down, finally resuming a steady, normal pace and floating regularly threw the waves.
The trio were now all back on the upper deck, thankful they were on a solid floor again. Popple spun around and pointed threateningly to the cyborg, "You pull anythin' like that ever again and I'm throwin' you overboard myself." He resumed sailing.
"Agreed," Peasley crossed his arms, "no more 'tinkering with the ship' for you." Peasley said before walking back inside the ship to grab another map. Luckily, the ones that flew away had replicas and the map of their mystery destination was still safe in his hammerspace.
Fawful blew a raspberry at the prince, but followed him inside anyway, set on finding something else to meddle with instead of the ship and a rocket engine.