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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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Aye, I suppose it would. It's just a strange thing. I can talk to people from a host of other world, gods and goddesses, but to speak to someone that knows everything, the inner workings of your mind. It is a strange thing."

[pirate_jack]

Jack grins wickedly at him.

"You get used to it."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"I'm not entirely sure of that, Jack. Though perhaps one of them could make sense of it, I know most of the time, I can't do it myself."