The actual trip to the Land of Fire had gone much less smoothly than Nobu's initial contact with the sea. He spent most of his time in the same sleeping area as most of the crew, as opposed to having his own cabin like the captain. He was hitching along with a trader, after all, not a civilian transport vessel. Worse was that Nobu lacked any and all sea legs. While his shinobi training allowed him to keep his balance in the rolling waves, his stomach had no such training. When he wasn't down in his bunk, he was hanging over the edge of the ship, coughing up whatever slop was served in the galley that day.
Arrival in the Land of Fire gave Nobu a single day of blessed solid ground under his feet, along with his first real experience of the lush forests of more temperate climates. It was a wonder to Nobu how much life surrounded him. It was overwhelming, in a way. Nobu considered it a blessing that he had this experience under circumstances of his personal choosing as opposed to on a mission. Nobu's dismay had grown with every minute as he drew closer and closer to the coast on the other side of the land bridge connecting the peninsula to the mainland. He'd have to go back on the damn boat.
The second naval trip didn't fare much better than the first, but two stops were made on the way on the smaller islands between the land bridge and the Land of the Moon. They gave Nobu the breaks he needed to survive the trip without puking out his stomach, though the journey was still a completely miserable experience. At some point, a rather threatening-looking ship approached the trader vessel from the distance, flying a black flag. When Nobu's crackling Gigavolt Cannon jutsu struck the water near them, the ship rapidly changed course, and was not seen again for the rest of the journey.
The last day of the journey was plagued by intense storms, forcing Nobu below deck with little more than a dented bucket as his companion. A bucket he regularly had to empty out of a porthole, for that matter. But when the clouds finally broke and the pale-faced boy finally made his way back to the ship's upper deck, the sun shone down on the shores of the Land of the Moon.
Arrival in the Land of Fire gave Nobu a single day of blessed solid ground under his feet, along with his first real experience of the lush forests of more temperate climates. It was a wonder to Nobu how much life surrounded him. It was overwhelming, in a way. Nobu considered it a blessing that he had this experience under circumstances of his personal choosing as opposed to on a mission. Nobu's dismay had grown with every minute as he drew closer and closer to the coast on the other side of the land bridge connecting the peninsula to the mainland. He'd have to go back on the damn boat.
The second naval trip didn't fare much better than the first, but two stops were made on the way on the smaller islands between the land bridge and the Land of the Moon. They gave Nobu the breaks he needed to survive the trip without puking out his stomach, though the journey was still a completely miserable experience. At some point, a rather threatening-looking ship approached the trader vessel from the distance, flying a black flag. When Nobu's crackling Gigavolt Cannon jutsu struck the water near them, the ship rapidly changed course, and was not seen again for the rest of the journey.
The last day of the journey was plagued by intense storms, forcing Nobu below deck with little more than a dented bucket as his companion. A bucket he regularly had to empty out of a porthole, for that matter. But when the clouds finally broke and the pale-faced boy finally made his way back to the ship's upper deck, the sun shone down on the shores of the Land of the Moon.