He had crashed the boat into the Lightning’s Southern harbor, leaving a hurricane worth of mess behind him as the vessel he had piloted ended up wrecking into a store of some kind of explosive. He would never admit it, but the entire incident was entirely accidental. Steering a ship, and getting it to move, where nearly second hand. It was actually quite comparable to flying, but on water, and with his majestic control over the weather getting from A to B was quite fast…problem was, of course, actually stopping.
So when he saw the harbor slide up over the horizon, Tama didn’t even think twice that boats didn’t have breaks. That their movement wasn’t simply stopped by a mere lever like many things in his country were. So he went full speed leading up into Lightning’s port, and reached to grab at an invisible hand-break before realizing “Oh, this doesn’t stop like that.”
Being a being with control over the purest winds, he simply jumped off the ship and flew into the clouds; wincing at the sound of wood crashing against stone followed shortly by an explosion. He didn’t look back. That wasn’t his style. Instead he landed outside of the port some thirty kilometers away, dusted his coat, and continued on casually. His destination? Who knew!
All that concerned him was that first the first time in ages, he was walking on solid ground instead of the dunes of Wind, and that alone was an accomplishment worthy of story.
[Entering Country/ 30 Mins]
So when he saw the harbor slide up over the horizon, Tama didn’t even think twice that boats didn’t have breaks. That their movement wasn’t simply stopped by a mere lever like many things in his country were. So he went full speed leading up into Lightning’s port, and reached to grab at an invisible hand-break before realizing “Oh, this doesn’t stop like that.”
Being a being with control over the purest winds, he simply jumped off the ship and flew into the clouds; wincing at the sound of wood crashing against stone followed shortly by an explosion. He didn’t look back. That wasn’t his style. Instead he landed outside of the port some thirty kilometers away, dusted his coat, and continued on casually. His destination? Who knew!
All that concerned him was that first the first time in ages, he was walking on solid ground instead of the dunes of Wind, and that alone was an accomplishment worthy of story.
[Entering Country/ 30 Mins]