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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[river_meimei]

And the deck's not empty.

River's head turns upwards, slowly, and her eyes widen.

"Swap out the grav boot," she says to the sky, low and urgent, under the heavy frantic beating of Crowley's wings.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

The tangled rope slips free, thank Godfully. Crowley is free to land down on the deck safely-

Or not. Wellard blinks, spotting River right in his path.

Not Good.

Disasterous, even.

"Miss River! Get- get down! Crowley, there's..."

He winces.

"Dodge! Hard-a-port!"

[aj_crawley]

[river_meimei]

(This thread has been conveniently subtitled for your viewing enjoyment.)

River did, for the record, have the sense to dodge aside at the last minute.

Unfortunately, she dodged in the same direction as Crowley's last desperate attempt at veering.



Oops.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Wellard is already climbing down the last of the rat-lines- Down is always easier than up, particularly when you can skip the last section and drop down to the deck itself.

"Are you two alright?"

[aj_crawley]

After a few seconds' silence, a lone casket rolls unharmed from under the heap of sailcloth and black feathers.


It's eventually followed by a hand.

"I'm okay!"

[river_meimei]

The world may never know if River managed to avoid being splatted by a sail-encumbered demon through luck, skill, or ethereal intervention. Possibly some combination of all three.

She's curled up on her knees, head defensively cradled in her arms, hair and skirts spreading across the deck -- and tucked beneath the bedraggled arch of one black wing, unharmed.

Slowly, she sits up.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

And now, Wellard will indulge in a deep breath and a momentary wince, before he starts pulling the sailcloth and ropes off the two of them.

[aj_crawley]

Crowley gets to his feet, brushing himself off and trying very hard to look as though nothing happened.

"We're good. We're good. You're good?" he enquires of River, helping her up. "We're good."

The sail, thankfully, has stayed largely rolled. Crowley sighs with relief, and sets to helping Wellard straighten them out, muttering under his breath.

"'Hard-a-port'. I'll hard-a-port you..."

[river_meimei]

"Next time allow for gravity," River informs Crowley.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Wellard gives Crowley a sideways look.

"... dodging would have worked either which way, however..." A quiet mutter, and he then works on winding some of the ropes trailing from the sail.

He glances over at River. "... That was sort of the plan, just a little bit more... controlled."

[aj_crawley]

"And next time, I'm assuming the yard won't be so cracked that I have to bring the sail down from the middle."

With the lines squared away, Crowley hoists up his end of the rolled sail, walking it towards Wellard's until the long length of it is folded in two.

"'S what I was doing for the topgallants - coming down from the end of a yardarm, you're a lot clearer of that mess," he finishes, nodding up at the intricate tangle of rigging above their heads. "Less chance of things getting caught."

[river_meimei]

"Cat's cradle."

It's an idle comment, directed at the crow's nest.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"A cat's cradle is much more organized than that- and easier to sort through." Wellard eyes the mess of ropes over their heads.

"Hopefully none of the other yardarms are as bad- those certainly can't be patched up as the hull and deck can."

[aj_crawley]

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