Scrapyard Island: The Coast of Steel Wreckage.
"No! It's too small! This hull can't possibly house the weapon systems you're describing!"
Franky, bare-chested and sweating, slammed his palm onto the original blueprints of the Eclipse. His rough voice echoed through the shipyard. "If you want a fully automated arsenal and flight stability, this medium-sized fast ship won't cut it. We have to tear it down to the bolts, reshape the keel, and build a true giant!"
"Tear it down and rebuild? That's music to my ears!" Jeno didn't take offense. His eyes gleamed as he tossed his hydraulic hammer aside and knelt in the dirt, unfurling a massive roll of ancient parchment brought down from the Moon.
The two mechanical fanatics fell into a technical frenzy, ignoring everyone else.
"The hull armor can't be dead-weight iron," Jeno scribbled revisions. "The ram will be Starfall Black Steel, but the side and bottom plating? We'll use the lightweight, high-strength alloy from the Moon. It'll be blast-resistant but keep us light enough to dance."
Jeno tapped the hollow bottom structure on the sketch. "Ditch the traditional paddle wheels. We'll keep side propellers for normal sailing, but the key is the bottom—we're installing Floating Propeller Arrays."
"In the water, the high-pressure gates seal shut. When we need to take off, the jets fire, the gates vanish, and the Moon-driven propellers engage. The ship won't just jump; it will achieve stable, long-term hovering and flight!"
"Retractable flight arrays?!" Franky's blue pompadour trembled with excitement. He saw the logic immediately. "Genius! And this massive stern jet—pure ultra-high-pressure air compression! Propellers for cruising, and the tail engine for a 'Coup de Vent' style burst that crushes everything. This is a perfect aerial fortress!"
The Energy Crisis.
Sabo, watching from the sidelines, raised a hand. "Normal sailing is one thing, but lifting a giant warship or using an air-blast engine... that's an energy-guzzling beast. How do we power it?"
Jeno chuckled and grabbed Enel by the shoulder with his mechanical arm. "We have a human nuclear power plant right here!"
Ignoring Enel's murderous glare, Jeno pointed to a circular core chamber on the map. "We tested this on Sky Island. I've designed high-energy battery packs for extreme storage. It doesn't matter if it's Enel's lightning or the fire from you and Ace."
"Through a thermal-electrical conversion matrix, one full charge allows a month of high-intensity combat sailing. Plus, I've added lightning rods to harvest nature's electricity during storms."
Intelligence and Firepower.
"It's not just propulsion!" Jeno flipped to a page showing precise silicon-based panels. "Automated control systems! I'm using the logic I stripped from the Lunar robots. We don't need gunners anymore."
Jeno's voice turned chillingly fanatical. "Every cannon will be linked to an 'Intelligent Brain.' Toss the iron cannonballs—they're relics. We'll use Sky Island gold as exciters to convert every gun into High-Frequency Laser Cannons and Electromagnetic Nets. The system locks on and provides full coverage automatically!"
"Lasers?! Auto-targeting?!" Franky struck his signature 'SUPER' pose, moved to tears. "This is so perverted, I love it!!!"
The Living Palace.
Ace stepped forward, looking at the sketches. "Since we're rebuilding, cold steel isn't enough. I want a mobile palace."
"The living room and intelligence center must be soundproof. I want a real lawn on the top deck. The rear cabin needs a three-level circular aquarium, a top-tier kitchen, a gym, and an entertainment room. We aren't going to sea to suffer."
"Leave the interior to me!" Franky pounded his chest. "But there's a catch. Luxury facilities and heavy armor put too much stress on the keel. Metal will snap under its own weight in a storm."
Franky gritted his teeth. "We need the legendary Treasure Tree Adam. Only that can support this weight and give the ship 'life'."
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Three heavy black backpacks slammed into the dirt at Franky's feet, bursting at the seams to reveal gold bars, diamonds, and stacks of cash.
"Use the best," Carina said, standing before a squad of Lunar robots holding even more treasure. "This is just a fraction of the Sky Island loot. Buy as much Adam Wood as the world has to offer."
The Safety Net.
"One more thing," Ace added. "Most of us are Devil Fruit users. If someone falls overboard during a battle, I need an automated rescue system. Ropes are too slow."
Jeno snapped his fingers. "I'll re-engineer the little Lunar robots! I'll install ten hidden deployment pods on the hull. These 'Little Tin Men' will have pressure-resistant coatings and submarine capabilities. If the system detects a target in danger, the pods eject, and the mechanical claws fish the landlubber out in seconds!"
The Order.
"Start work!" Ace commanded. "Jeno, Franky—the technical decisions are yours. Carina, get the wood. Everyone else, gather supplies and enjoy the city."
"I want a warship that can rampage across the world and fly whenever it wants. No compromises."
Franky blew a sharp whistle. Dozens of his underlings swarmed out from the wreckage, bringing cranes and heavy cutting machines. The remote Scrapyard Island transformed into a bustling, secret arsenal, filled with the roar of steel and the sparks of a new era being born.
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