Chapter 115

Chapter 115: What Kind of Ship Do You Want?

When it came to carpentry, Uncle Goodman was truly not bragging. For someone as skilled a shipwright as him, renovating a room was a piece of cake.

With Sharkler and Adrian helping, it took less than two hours to complete the work. They even used the extra wood to craft a bed, intricately carving patterns onto the headboard.

During the process, Artoria and Rui Mengmeng watched for a while, realizing they weren't much help, and went off to exercise. That left Tom and Little Bayer to observe and learn from the side.

Uncle Goodman saw this as an opportunity to teach his son as well. He worked and explained simultaneously.

Tom listened for a while and felt like he already knew how to do these things. He confidently stood up, ready to show off. But then... he accidentally stepped on a nail and let out a howl before tumbling downstairs.

"Tom!" Little Bayer cried out and chased after Tom down the stairs.

"Is Tom okay?" Sharkler worriedly asked.

"He's fine, just a nail." Adrian handed a piece of wood to Sharkler.

"But he fell down the stairs while making that sound. Are you sure he's not hurt?" Sharkler hadn't seen Tom's wailing demise before, so he wasn't entirely convinced.

"I'll go take a look." Adrian decided that Tom was probably fine, but the floor might not be. What if he left a cat-shaped hole in it?

After Adrian went downstairs, he confirmed that Tom was indeed unharmed, and the floor had survived as well.

Tom was currently sitting on the floor, covering his eyes and lifting his leg, letting Bayer pull the nail out for him.

"Roar~" Bayer reached out to help, and Tom let out another miserable yell.

The problem was, Adrian could clearly see that Bayer's hand hadn't even touched the nail yet...

After Bayer removed the nail, Tom continued to wail, his emotions still running high.

"Tom, the nail is out." Bayer opened his hand to show him. "Look."

Tom glanced at the nail, then skeptically examined the sole of his foot, before suddenly jumping up and taking a couple of cautious steps, testing to see if he was alright.

...

After the room was renovated, Uncle Goodman and Sharkler came downstairs to rest.

"Young man, you've only been part of this tavern for about two months, right? This small tavern has become quite lively," Uncle Goodman commented with a hint of nostalgia.

Adrian calculated for a moment. He had arrived in this world in early May and bought the tavern in early June. Now it was late July, and he had unknowingly been living in this world for almost three months.

"Yes, and I have to thank you for your initial care for me and Tom. Otherwise, I wouldn't know where I'd be now."

"Haha, why bring this up all of a sudden?" Uncle Goodman chuckled, feeling like he hadn't done anything particularly significant.

"In fact, I plan to go out to sea for a bit," Adrian felt it was about time he informed them about his intentions to travel.

"Adrian going out to sea? To become the Pirate King?" Little Bayer jumped up.

"Why haven't you forgotten about being the Pirate King!" Uncle Goodman slapped Little Bayer on the head.

"Mom said getting hit on the head makes you dumb!" Bayer pouted.

"Being dumb is better than being the Pirate King!" Uncle Goodman ignored him and turned to Adrian, wondering if Adrian was really so dissatisfied with life.

Adrian smiled, "I just want to travel. I don't have a good impression of pirates."

Uncle Goodman's mind raced with possible reasons, like Adrian wanting to find his hometown or seeking revenge on the pirates who had stranded him at sea.

After all, when asked about his hometown, Adrian had only mentioned it was a great place but never revealed where it was. When asked about his drifting at sea and his family, he had only said he had bad luck.

Uncle Goodman guessed there might have been a cruel accident that led Adrian to drift at sea, and he didn't know where his hometown was. Perhaps he was on a family trip and got separated due to pirates?

"Are you planning to go out to sea alone, or are you taking these companions with you?"

"Of course, I'll be taking them with me."

"That's right, with such formidable companions, it'll be fun to explore the sea." Uncle Goodman thought with these strong allies, going anywhere shouldn't be a problem.

Adrian sensed that Uncle Goodman might have misunderstood something but nodded, "I'll also ask for your advice on ship matters today. How much would it cost to buy a decent ship?"

Uncle Goodman was surprised, "Buy a ship? Aren't you going to travel on cruise ships or passenger liners?"

Adrian explained, "It's more convenient to have our own ship. We can go wherever we want. I'm even considering the idea of having a floating tavern on the sea. We can do business while docked and earn some travel expenses."

"You'll need to consider the size of the ship. Also, good materials are expensive," Uncle Goodman worried that Adrian might not have a clear concept of this, so he advised, "Given your current group size, a small sailboat under twenty meters in length should be sufficient."

Adrian calculated that they were only four people and a cat right now. A ship that small might end up like the Merry, so maybe he should just go with the design of the Sunny:

"I'm thinking of something around forty meters in length. As for the materials... How about Adam Wood?"

Uncle Goodman: "..."

What was this kid thinking? Adam Wood? I've been a shipwright for decades and have never seen Adam Wood before. Adam Wood is extremely rare. And because it's such high-quality wood, it's also troublesome to work with. Regular shipwrights might not even have the skill to use it, and using it would skyrocket the ship's cost.

"Adam Wood is out of the question. That thing is nearly impossible to find, and whenever it does show up, it's sold for an astronomical price. If we were to use it to build a ship, the entire shipyard would treat it like a treasure. Selling it for a billion or eight hundred million berries would require us all to agree on the buyer."

"Um..." Adrian was taken aback. He didn't know where Franky got his black-market wood, so he said, "Alright then, how about we calculate based on the best materials your shipyard has?"

Uncle Goodman did some calculations, "For a ship of that size, it would probably cost around three to four hundred million berries. The specifics would depend on the detailed design. This isn't a small amount, so how about considering a used ship?"

"We'll work hard to earn money for now and also need to find a reliable navigator." Adrian had nearly one hundred million berries now, so he didn't find the four hundred million goal too distant. He could always visit the lawless zones to earn extra money and capture more pirates.

Uncle Goodman had thought about this possibility too and nodded, "Alright then. Once you've saved up, feel free to come to me. I'll personally help you with the design."

...

At noon, Uncle Goodman and Little Bayer stayed for

lunch. Uncle Goodman refused to accept any payment for his work, only taking the amount they needed to pay the shipyard, including material costs.

When the food was served, Uncle Goodman even said they didn't need to make such a feast, but his perspective shifted drastically after they finished eating.

For instance, two petite girls eating so much, for instance, the fact that the robot was eating rather than charging...

Sharkler's appetite seemed to be similar to that of an average adult, which Adrian found reassuring. He was relieved to finally have someone who wasn't a glutton. But would the small amount of food be sufficient to keep him running?

"I have a device inside me that converts food into energy. My appetite changes based on my energy consumption. It might be larger after battles," Sharkler explained.

"That makes sense. You don't need to rely on the nutrients from food to strengthen your body..." Adrian suddenly thought, how did the Shark Fish-Man recover his energy?