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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.

Date: 2006-09-27 04:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
"Please stop falling, sir?"

The straight face is totally ruined by the grin.

Date: 2006-09-27 04:19 am (UTC)
aj_crawley: (bitch please)
From: [personal profile] aj_crawley
>:O

"Yeah, well," he mutters mutinously.

And then, for lack of anything better to say, he turns on his heel and swans off towards the quarterdeck stairs.

Date: 2006-09-27 04:27 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (no power in the verse can stop me)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
"He takes so much looking after," River informs Wellard tolerantly.

Date: 2006-09-27 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
Wellard's lips twitch, and he glances up to the yardarm before looking to River.

"Lots of people do. It could be argued that everyone does, in fact."

Date: 2006-09-27 05:10 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (no power in the verse can stop me)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
"Crowley fell," River says logically.

Date: 2006-09-27 05:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
"... But he didn't crash. Thankfully." Quietly.

Wellard looks down to the rope in his hands, then back to River.

"Would you care to learn about splicing, Miss River?"

Date: 2006-09-27 05:33 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (see it well)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
River follows his gaze to the rope.

Date: 2006-09-28 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
Silence means assent, so Wellard pulls out a knife and grabs one of the marlinspikes (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marlinspike) let by the coils of rope.

"A good section of the ropes got burned through by an explosion, so we're having to re-join some of the sections."

Wellard thus beings showing River how to splice (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rope_splicing) a couple shorter pieces of rope together.

Date: 2006-09-28 03:44 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] river_meimei
River frowns at the ropes in her hands, solemn as a child. But her hands are quick and deft, and stronger than they look; she picks up the trick of it swiftly.

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