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]

Archie glances around as if he hadn't noticed, then back to Wellard with a mock-pitying look.

"Well then lad, I'm sorry, but you're doomed."

The act is rather ruined by the fact that he breaks into a wide grin a moment later.

"What about that Hannah lass? She's agreeable enough, if a bit on the thin side..."

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"Hannah- Miss Hannah? I- I do not think she's come aboard the Pearl, Mr Kennedy." Wellard blinks, then glances at him.

"At least to be here like some of the other ladies are."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Well, If you're going to limit yourself that way..."

He gives Wellard an incredulous look.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"I... Um. She and I talk often in the bar." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Though I've quite told her about the Pearl and about the trip... And she's helped me a bit when I was working on my own ship."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie beams, satisfied, to a degree.

"You see? I thought she seemed an agreeable sort, and I'm sure since she was interested in your model, she wouldn't object to your showing her what a real ship is like."

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

"Ah- the flying one I'm building. She helped with piecing the keel together."

Which, size-wise, could be debated as to being a boat or a ship, but the term is 'flying ship'... English is just a funny language.

Wellard bites his lip, looking out over the Pearl.

"... Though with everyone else that's come to see the ship, it should certainly be alright for me to bring her.."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure Jack wouldn't mind. Especially if it means there might be another hand helping out."

He grins again.

"He is a pirate, after all."

Which means that Wellard may need to run interfearance once or twice.

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Wellard facepalms.

But the question is, who is going to run interference for him? Because he has quite a good idea of what Jack may just have to say about that situation.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Wellard's doing perfectly well, standing up to a bit of teasing. Archie's method of dealing with that sort of poking has always been to simply grin and not deny any of it. It takes the wind out of the teaser's sails. Of course, there have been the times where he just turns red and sputters. That happens just as often as the other.

As for Jack, he can tell a hawk from a handsaw.