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]

"I've never tried sewing a woman's dress, so I wouldn't know really."

He's had to mend his own shirts often enough to prove he can sew better than Svava can though.

"Though the idea of a ship with sails made entirely of petticoats is rather amusing."

[pirate_jack]

"Not strong enough," Jack tells him absently. "Tear too easily."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie snorts softly.

"I said amusing, not particularly practical."

He glances around with a practiced eye.

"Things do seem to be coming along nicely."

[pirate_jack]

Jack grins, and there's something utterly enchanting about the sweetness of it.

"So they do, mate. So they do."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

This is why most people can't help but like Jack. Archie returns the grin.

"Though I think some folk are probably coming out just for the chance to be on a real pirate ship for a bit."

[pirate_jack]

He shrugs, still grinning.

"No trouble to me if they do, so long as it helps."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He chuckles again softly.

"I don't think many of them realize what kind of work needs to be done on a ship such as this. God, I remember my forst few weeks on board; my hands bloody and torn, my arms about to fall off from climbing up and down the rigging so often. I didn't think I would make it."

[pirate_jack]

"Ah, but you're tougher than all that," he says dryly. "Or else you wanted it enough to make the difference."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He shrugs.

"I hadn't a choice, really. And I was stubborn enough to refuse to let my father's declaration that I was too soft turn out to be true. I grew callouses and when I could hold a book again without bleeding on it, I read Shakespeare. Just to prove I could do both."

[pirate_jack]

"No offense meant to your father, mate, but he clearly didn't know you very well if he thought you were--"

Jack waves his hand in the air, somehow evoking an image of a courtier with a lacy handkerchief.

"--soft."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie laughs at the very apt image.

"No, can't say that he did. He had two other sons that were in far better health, and far more suited to his temperment than I was."

He shakes his head a little.

"I was allowed the chance to talk with him in dreams last year. I think it was good for the both of us."

[pirate_jack]

"In dreams?"

It's a startled half-growl, and his eyes widen with surprise.

"That's very interesting."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"When I went on the quest for the sword I needed in order to wed Svava. The only place I could go was through the Dreaming, and, well, it was trying, to say the least."

[pirate_jack]

He cocks his head sideways, looking curiously at Archie.

"This Dreaming. Would that then be the world of a being what's some sort of relation to Del and her sweet sister?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Her older brother, the way I understand it."

Archie has yet to meet Del. In the bar, that is.

[pirate_jack]

"Ah."

Jack looks oddly satisfied with this.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"He's the only one I've spoken to here. I'm... not quite sure what i would say to any of the others."

He's been touched by each in turn during his life, he's simply not sure how he would react, and frankly, he's a little afraid.

[pirate_jack]

He shrugs elaborately, but sharp black eyes seem to take note of Archie's uncertainty.

"Depends on the situation, mate."

[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."