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Polo was quick to follow his comrades, giving a glance around and snapping to a similar salute and addressing Captain Shu as the others had. "Yes, Sir!" He responded with a sense of eagerness. He had crossed up, over and around tons of scrap materials since getting to Orange Town. His smile gleamed brighter and brighter, the moment the marine soldiers were dismissed Polo Marco took off down the way he had originally entered the island from, eager to specifically grab all the debris he had crossed past earlier.The officers soluted, raising their arms they each blared a, "Yes Sir!" Showing Shu their affirmation to his commands.
His mind raced with potential improvements that the marines could make to the town; perhaps a large town hall of red brick with a soup-kitchen attached! Perhaps, too, a community garden with sturdy iron fencing to withstand all the crops within that the community would share! And perhaps even...!
Polo found himself face-first on a cement road that had been cracked to cobblestone beneath his thick skull. "Ow." He said, his smile finally disappearing, if only but for a moment for soon he let out a goofy chuckle at his own clumsiness, his face still flush from the sudden meeting it had just had with the ground.
"Ha, HA!"
"Uki~uki~uki~uki~"
He had tripped over the very debris he was meant to retrieve! How fortunate! It looked as though an entire house had been blown over by the wind into the street. He had tripped over a support beam that should have been plenty noticeable. Polo Marco rose to his feet and began plucking the small shards of rock from his face whilst analyzing the large piece of wood.
"Uki~uki~uki~uki~"
After a moment or two of looking it over he delivered two swift chops of his mighty hand to sever the splintered section of the support beam. The fishman wrapped his mitts around the support beam and lifted it from the surrounding rubble, demonstrating a notable level of strength.
Polo set it aside from the fallen house, preparing to build up a pile of lumber. He worked with a smile on his face, even as sweat dripped down his chin. His mentor often told him: 'sweat is a reward for hard work!', Polo certainly full-heartedly believed that. He began cleanly severed post after post, rearranging them into workable lumber and adding them to his pile. With every piece of wood Polo added to the selection he had set aside he envisioned another house with a happy family living within. It was more than enough to fuel his hard work, the sweat on his pale face was just his heart's way of telling him he was doing a good job!
"Ooh!-" He said to himself, continuing his train-of-thought from before. "-and a schoolhouse with a big, brass bell!"
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