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Down By The Water; Open to any on board Fate's Hand
Topic Started: Feb 14 2011, 03:49 PM (1,442 Views)

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NEIL DONOVAN, Carpenter’s mate[/align]

Neil was worried about Sharky, because he knew the little critter didn’t dare to complain or simply tell his problems – this came, probably, from his many years of being a frightful slave. And he knew the man was stubborn enough to resist even when he couldn’t anymore… However, Sharky’s unexpected answer made him chuckle about the way how he explained that the blood came from being cut by barnacles.

“I have never said it isn’t hard to spend so much time without breathing. I understand you are tired, and I won’t keep you long here. But I think you should take care, here and with the salty water any wound can get nasty.”

With the two men’s help he managed to fasten together the right angle of the figurehead, then he got a piece of charcoal which had been carefully wrapped in his pocket, and he started measuring and drawing lines.

“I am really grateful for your help, he told them both. “Certainly I couldn’t have managed to do it without you.”

It wasn’t work for only one person, but who would believe and understand him if he complained? Not the boatswain, neither the quartermaster, and even less the first mate. Every carpenter got a part of the job to do… as if he could do it by himself.

He continued carving the shape of the new figurehead, which got slowly coming alive, with each stroke of the knife, while listening to the men's discussion.

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