Belt took a big gulp of the sea air and scanned the horizon, admiring the vastness of the ocean and watching the island loom up on the ship. Some small birds frittered through the air, chirping incessantly at the sun-beaten wooden craft. Pulling a small notebook with pencil from his light traveling pack, he busied himself with some notes. Sea is great. Big. Smells like salt and fish. Looking back at it to think for a moment, he added Like ship captain before placing it back into the pack with a look of satisfaction. He still couldn't really make out the wall from here. Almost. He'd been on the way for nearly two months now, moving from carriage to caravan to legs and back the whole way. But now he was here, and he was going to see it! Enthusiasm filled his being, and he stood with a puffed chest and impatient smile as the docks welcomed the Ocean Strider. "The Ocean Strider has arrived at the set destination! All passengers must exit the ship within one hour as we prepare for the next trip. Have a nice day!"
Before Belt can manage to dash off the ship, the captain snagged his ear. "Belt. Lad. Ye wouldn't be forgetting the the deal, now would ye?" He gestured to the rest of the crew, already hefting crates up and towards the unloading bay. They grimaced in the heat. "You help with the cargo, you pay a discounted fee." Belt eyed the boxes with dismay. There weren't many of them, but they were large, coming up to Belt's waist. But a deal's a deal. Slapping a salute to his forehead, Belt chanted, "No, sir! I didn't forget the deal! I will get the crates immediately!" The captain flinched from Belt's volume. So did several crew and passengers standing nearby. The captain caught sight of a nearby passenger, too involved in his constant vomiting to care much for the ruckus. He waved down Belt's salute, saying, "Yes, yes, lad. Hop to it, then. We've not the time," before strolling over to check up on the blonde haired man. "Aye, Aye, Captain!" Belt replied to the man's back.
He rushed to the storage area, eager to start the work. To his disappointment most crew were pairing off two to a crate, then proceeding to slowly lug them up the hill to the inn. Nevertheless, he got to it. He made several trips back and forth with another worker, watching the wall with amazement and the passengers entering the inn with envy. After the hour has been more or less spent, only a couple boxes remain. But Belt's grown tired of the pace. He walked up to a box, and heaved it into his arms. He lifted it up and down, feeling out the weight, and nodded to himself. "Alright!" A crewman was already moving to help out when Belt plopped his crate onto the last. He tossed his pack and shovel on top of the pile. "Uh, Belt? What are you-" Belt knelt down, and strained. For about two seconds, he was immobile. Then the tower was raised. Belt's muscles were carved into his arms and back, solid as stone from the exertion and gleaming with sweat. One crate was held and rested against his abdomen, the other on his chest and face. "Woah, Gods! Put those down before you-" "Nothing to worry about!" Belt called back as he trotted off the boat. He couldn't see where he was going per se, but he knew the right direction. He was sure everyone was at the inn already, no threat of collision. Until he tripped over an unconscious dude.