Still sitting on the sand, Turk tipped his head to the right, brought his left hand, and thwacked his left temple. He felt the relieving feeling of water leaving his ear-hole. Enough sitting around. As he overheard Mr. Jaeger over there saying, it was time to get to work. He grunted as he stood to his now bare-feet. Plodding over to the rest of the group, he started thinking about the Arrowhead. A damn shame, that was. Turk couldn't help but feel as if he was at fault. He was a sailor on the ship, part of the crew. That was by far the roughest sea he had ever embarked upon. He'd held his own in stormed before, but that was bloody ridiculous. An incredible storm, for sure.

[color=ed1c24]"Alroight then, 'nough dilly dally, let's get goin' on buildin' the port. I was finken' 'bout callin' it New Stalmir or somefin', yea? It bein' an international effort 'n all." [/color]He glanced around.

[color=ed1c24]"Won't do to build it on the beach. We oughtta find a gulf or a big ol' river, if ya ask me."[/color]