Roots.

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"DAMN IT!" Calico would scream as he pulled the cart with all of his supplies. He had many goals but simply due to his name he no longer could go after them. He was stuck here in Mock town. A place he had planned to leave just a week ago. Until his greed to make some quick beli feel through. Instead of robbing them of their treasure was made into basically a indentured servant. Taking some of the beli and gold he sought after to get supplies for a ship he didn't want to build. No, it was ships. As they wanted more. Fidel was just tasked with building just one for right now. However he didn't have enough supplies. All the beli he could get for materials wasn't enough. He didn't buy different things. Rather he bought things he wouldn't be able to get himself.

Right now he was in the woods. Shusui in hand. He was at the port that the fight with Koko took place. He wasn't that far from where he wanted to be at. From his time with Shoda he knew about this Island a great deal. Where he could find some decent wood. Even though he was forced to do this. He wanted to put pride in his works. As this was the going to be the first time he built anything in a very long time. The last time being when he was with his old crew. "No time to get emotional." He'd think this but the words came out for anyone near to here.

Fidel didn't waste the effort buying a axe. As he had shusui. Though he was aware that many wouldn't agree with this, he didn't care. He was not from Wano or any other country that worshiped blades. This was a tool. Like all weapons. They were only made to serve and nothing more. No matter the background. Nor the voice they may project into their wielders mind.

Cutting down these trees would serve as practice. As being controlled like this wasn't something that he enjoyed. They had wronged him by uttering his name. The last Man to do that he robbed of all his belongings. And that was only because he was part of his Father's revolution. And didn't want to waste a kill that could serve the bond he was using right now. If he was to make himself a enemy of his Father by murdering those under him his second goal would not be able to be reached.

He moved with speed and delivered each blow with the necessary strength. He wasn't on the skill level to do this to multiple trees at once. One at a time he slashed and hacked. Smoothing the trees he severed from their base. Branches going before he removed it from there. His process was simple. Make it simple and then make it fine. Removing the branches because he didn't need them came first. That could be done differently due to the tree. Height and the amount of branches factored in which method would be used. If it had some good length on it simple removing the top and getting rid of other stragglers. If it was smaller just chopping the branches off would work sense he couldn't take the top off each tree. It was a weird way for him to remove branches, but it was his method. When branches were removed smoothing a tree as it was falling was done. Making them more presentable and into the shape of rectangles was what he wanted to do. He at this time didn't cut them to the exact sizes he needed. He'd have all the time to do that after he carries them back to the port. Hours would pass by as he did this over and over again. Once finished he take them to the port and secure them with the other supplies. As he wasn't going to be building anything today.

After that was done he would head somewhere else. He couldn't leave the island but he could travel around it. An so he did. Where he would go however is a place you'd not expect. The place that he had went to was where he believed Bill had lost his life. It was where they went for a assignment he had. But it ended back. And at this moment Fidel watched it burn. "Why did they send just you and I? Why did they think that we were enough for such a dangerous place?"

Roots.

"Quality was different from quantity. That had been established and maintained since the beginning. Only exceptions being for things that were felt quantity  weighed the same or outweighed quality. "  Calico would allow those words to ooze from his mouth as he was told that by Bill. It just being one of the things the Man he saw as his Nakama told him. Did he understand it? No, he didn't understand a lot of the things Bill had told him. That however didn't mean he just brushed though things off, especially now. As with Bill's passing everything he had once told Calico were like the things his old crew told him. Their words being heavy in Calico's mind along with other things. It annoyed him. Not their words but that he failed them.

Constant failure was annoying to him. Losing people that he allowed to get close annoyed him. And thinking about it more and more. The only person he had was his Father. A Man that he loathed more than anything; even if it was for a petty reason. Should he try to mend their bond? Have a strong Father and Son dynamic? He didn't know. He didn't know about anything with how unexpectedly Bill had left him.

He felt he should just say fuck the guy that was using his name to force him to work for him. Kill him and just leave this Island. Head to either the assignment he was given or just go somewhere to be alone. A Island that he could just settle down at. Pick up those two Women, or maybe just one, and raise his kids.

Roots.

He'd need to get some rest. With the distance he was from Mock town he didn't know if he was going to sleep here or just head back. It really didn't matter to him so he'd remove a coin beli from his pocket and toss it up. Head for woods. Tails for a floor in some bar. It would land in his hand on heads. And the wilderness would be this wildlings home for tonight. Leaving this port he'd head far so that he would be at the mountain path he used to get here. He wouldn't head up and through the tunnel that went through it. Rather he'd go to a small indent or cave. He wanted to keep himself protect in case rain decided to fall.

Building a fire he would sit and just gaze into its wildness. After a few minutes he'd turn his gaze from it and to a piece of wood that laid beside him. He was at first going to toss it into the flames but opted to just do something else with it. He would begin to carve them. He didn't have anything in mind but would let his hands just dance with his knife against the wood. Time passing a face would be revealed. That carved face was not of a person rather it was animal. A creature that seemed like a mix between a monkey and fish. It was weird but it inspired Calico to grab some more hardwood. He didn't want to make anything random. Rather he would begin to carve the faces of those he lost. Doing this throughout the entire night instead of sleeping.

The sun didn't fire down at him due to the height of the trees and the structure he sat underneath. The angle the sun was at though was enough to allow him to know it was time to leave. He didn't want to sleep in the day time outside, unless he was piss drunk. However before he would leave his spot he'd toss them into the fire that was still lit. He couldn't carry all of these things.