OOM: Pearl Repairs

[politestpirate]

The sky is cool, grey, and occasionally misting, but that just means when you are working hard you can keep warm enough.

And there is certainly plenty of work to be done. The deck of the Black Pearl has been cleared off, with debris and pieces that are large enough to reuse stacked carefully. All over is the gleam of cut and exposed wood, the splintered edges cut and smoothed in preparation for patching sections. One mast has been cleared of charred and torn sails and rigging, the canvas and rope set in one area to work on before it can be sent back up.

One of the current priorities, however, is fixing the stern section of the ship, the back wall of the captain's cabin, that took some of the worse damage from the kraken-

Scottish autumn nights can start to get chilly, afterall.

Party thread style, slowtimes more than welcome.

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[pirate_jack]

This earns him a rather curious stare.

"... you're wanting me to throw something sharp at you, mate?"

[mercurialist]

An eyebrow.

Actually, more like an Eyebrow.

"Yes?"

Mercer holds up the knot and wiggles it to punctuate.

[pirate_jack]

Jack shrugs.

"As you'd have it, then."

In one swift movement, he's pulled a knife from his boot and sent it spinning through the air, straight at Mercer's shoulder-- or the mast behind it.s

[mercurialist]

Mercer's expression doesn't change, except for the sudden unnatural sharpness to his eyes as he watches the knife spin toward him.

And then --

Thwap.

At the last second, a hand shoots out to grab the hilt from midair.

"Thanks!" he calls, and flops out flat on the stay as he wiggles the flat of the blade into the knot.

[pirate_jack]

"... now that's very interesting." Jack grins at him, and takes a step back for a better angle of view.

"Need anything else, mate?"

[mercurialist]

"Don't think so."

He's got the tip of his tongue poking between his teeth as he works.

"I'll yell if I do, how about that?"

[pirate_jack]

"Sounds like a plan."

A thoughtful beat.

"And not a bad one, at that."

[mercurialist]

"Hey, thanks, I thought so myself." A wink. He digs the knife further in and twists his fingers into the loosened knot, seeking the end.

Then there's another swift glance to Jack, and a small smile bereft of any teasing or sarcasm.

"We'll get her to rights." And he picks up his earlier...'tune,' for lack of a better word, only in a whistle this time.