Wellard eyes the crack with a frown, noting its spread.

"... That's going to be quite a lot of fun to fix, up here." He mutters, and takes a deep breath. Wellard eyes the sails, and nods slowly.

"Wouldn't want uneven weight on it. The spar should hold for now, but not with the sail pulling on your end."

He looks up at Crowley, and smiles a bit wryly. "I think it will take me a few moments longer to get out to the end than it will you- so give me a bit of extra time, sir?"