Post by Angel on Jun 14, 2019 3:22:00 GMT
Angel cast her gaze up at those teal eyes as they fixed on her, the captain clearing her throat. Her triangular ears perked forward, and as much as she wanted to, she didn't show any discourtesy to the officer by rolling her eyes or frowning, one eyebrow did rise as she was spoken to. The pomchi had dealt with many upper class pooches in her time, and while she wouldn't openly disrespect Amelia, it would take a lot more to win favor or respect from the former junkyard dog they a firm talking too. Instead, she gave a polite smile and a soft nod of her head, her ears remaining erect. As if giving the conversation completely over from the casual nature it had previously been.
In fact, this new topic strangely interested the canine. She sat on her haunches and listened intently, the smile fading as her eyes slipped between first Elsa, and then Amelia as they spoke. The curly tail silently flicking back and forth in the seat of the chair as she thought about the problem that the captain was presenting, as well as the solutions that were placed on the table. Angel wasn't a mariner, in fact she had never seen the sea before arriving at Arendelle. However, she was an expert at slipping the net, and had gone through her fair share of scuffles and scraps. Be it rats over an overturned trashcan, or larger dogs and their advances of many different natures. Perhaps this was why she saw something that neither Elsa, or Amelia seemed to.
“Excuse me, if I may,” The blonde furred canine spoke, raising her forepaws onto the table to lift herself up slightly. Her blue eyes darting back and forth again as if questioning momentarily if speaking up was a wise move. However, Angel was never a half-in sort of dog. All or nothing.
“I'm not an expert on ships or even the water. Other then baths, that is. But, I don't think long range cannons would be of much use. See, there used to be this farmer who's flock of chickens my old pack used to chase,” She blushed slightly. Chasing birds was one thing, chasing a farmer's chickens was another. She knew how that would look, but carried on regardless. “So, we could outrun his shots by simply running at him and getting under his aim. There's only so far you can drop a gun, and all an opposing fleet would have to do is get under the arc of the cannon's aim to be unable to hit.”
She realized that she was now leaning forward onto the table, her hind-paws in the chair, and for-paws planted fully on the tabletop. Wanting to show a little respect, she slid back so that she sat on her haunches in the chair, one paw still on the table, the other against her chest. She motioned with her paw on the tabletop as she spoke.
“Anyway, something we would do, not just with the farmer, but with bigger opponents. Like say, a larger dog, or uh...the dog catcher,” Great, just tell them about running from the town dog catcher too, make them all think you're a right mutt, a voice in her head whispered. Angel shoved it to the back of her mind and continued. “Is use the smaller of us to outmaneuver them. They would get stuck in a corner, or have trouble turning around while I would just dart around them. Maybe the same could work here? Instead of large warships that can't move quickly or have trouble defending the harbor thanks to their size, we should instead look at smaller, more agile ships. Build them heavily armored with iron, so they can deflect most cannon-shot, and build them small so that they can run circles around any larger ship attempting to invade, and so that a large number can be built really quick. ”
She smiled at Elsa, her tail starting to wag. The young canine was getting bolder and bolder the longer she spoke. “Heck, put an engine in them. That way they can outrun anything else and not be reliant on the wind, and have a fleet of them constantly at the mouth of the harbor. Force any invading ship to have to deal with them in the harbor entrance and stop an invasion before it even reaches the town.”
Angel dropped her reaming paw back into the chair, and looked back and forth from one human to the other. Her smile waned slightly, and she found that her ears dropped a little as she sat back, so that she was now gazing around one of them. “Just, words from the school of hard knocks, for what it's worth.”
In fact, this new topic strangely interested the canine. She sat on her haunches and listened intently, the smile fading as her eyes slipped between first Elsa, and then Amelia as they spoke. The curly tail silently flicking back and forth in the seat of the chair as she thought about the problem that the captain was presenting, as well as the solutions that were placed on the table. Angel wasn't a mariner, in fact she had never seen the sea before arriving at Arendelle. However, she was an expert at slipping the net, and had gone through her fair share of scuffles and scraps. Be it rats over an overturned trashcan, or larger dogs and their advances of many different natures. Perhaps this was why she saw something that neither Elsa, or Amelia seemed to.
“Excuse me, if I may,” The blonde furred canine spoke, raising her forepaws onto the table to lift herself up slightly. Her blue eyes darting back and forth again as if questioning momentarily if speaking up was a wise move. However, Angel was never a half-in sort of dog. All or nothing.
“I'm not an expert on ships or even the water. Other then baths, that is. But, I don't think long range cannons would be of much use. See, there used to be this farmer who's flock of chickens my old pack used to chase,” She blushed slightly. Chasing birds was one thing, chasing a farmer's chickens was another. She knew how that would look, but carried on regardless. “So, we could outrun his shots by simply running at him and getting under his aim. There's only so far you can drop a gun, and all an opposing fleet would have to do is get under the arc of the cannon's aim to be unable to hit.”
She realized that she was now leaning forward onto the table, her hind-paws in the chair, and for-paws planted fully on the tabletop. Wanting to show a little respect, she slid back so that she sat on her haunches in the chair, one paw still on the table, the other against her chest. She motioned with her paw on the tabletop as she spoke.
“Anyway, something we would do, not just with the farmer, but with bigger opponents. Like say, a larger dog, or uh...the dog catcher,” Great, just tell them about running from the town dog catcher too, make them all think you're a right mutt, a voice in her head whispered. Angel shoved it to the back of her mind and continued. “Is use the smaller of us to outmaneuver them. They would get stuck in a corner, or have trouble turning around while I would just dart around them. Maybe the same could work here? Instead of large warships that can't move quickly or have trouble defending the harbor thanks to their size, we should instead look at smaller, more agile ships. Build them heavily armored with iron, so they can deflect most cannon-shot, and build them small so that they can run circles around any larger ship attempting to invade, and so that a large number can be built really quick. ”
She smiled at Elsa, her tail starting to wag. The young canine was getting bolder and bolder the longer she spoke. “Heck, put an engine in them. That way they can outrun anything else and not be reliant on the wind, and have a fleet of them constantly at the mouth of the harbor. Force any invading ship to have to deal with them in the harbor entrance and stop an invasion before it even reaches the town.”
Angel dropped her reaming paw back into the chair, and looked back and forth from one human to the other. Her smile waned slightly, and she found that her ears dropped a little as she sat back, so that she was now gazing around one of them. “Just, words from the school of hard knocks, for what it's worth.”
