[center][b][u]Main Deck - The Whole[/u][/b][/center]

Armas looked up as Danzig walked over to him with several bundles of rope. He’d been around the ship and the DOC to know most of the other sailors aboard the [i]Garrloch[/i] by sight, if not by name, and Danzig and Rast were no exceptions. Their duties kept them apart for most of the time, but he’d run into them a couple of times in the mess and on various tasks and work parties around the ship. What he knew didn’t exactly inspire him to try and spend more time with them. Still, there was a lot of work to be done, and he wasn’t about to go turning down help.

[b]"Here's yer rope, kid,"[/b] Danzig said, dropping the bundles by Armas’s feet. [b]"Nasty business we're in, innit? Rast, hand the man his canvas. And here - ”[/b]. Armas gave a bit of a grin as Rast handed him the canvas sheet [b]”Could’ve been worse”[/b] he said. Danzig swung the bulky circular saw around from behind his back [b]"The machine shop gave us this here chop-saw for the raggedy edges. Can't geddit covered when it's stickin' up like that, eh?"[/b]

[b]”Depends how you tie it”[/b] Armas gave a bit of a shrug, [b]“Besides, wasn’t sure how long it would take to get someone out here.”[/b] The edges of the decking probably would’ve cut into the canvas, but it was tough material - and if you could tie it up off the points you’d be fine. Danzig was chuckling at his own remark as he slung the  saw over to Rast, who gave the ripcord a couple of hard tugs and hefted the saw as it revved up with a screech.

Danzig came up to Armas and put his arm around him, leading him away the hole as Rast began attack the first of the metal fingers surrounding the hole. Danzig was only slightly taller than Armas himself, but was significantly bulkier, fat and muscle rounding out his frame. [b]"Now listen 'ere, buddy,"[/b] said Danzig. [b]"A coupla us sailors are thinkin' we don't much care for how Cap'n Conway has been running things so far. Could'a got us all killed, and whatnot. That just don't seem right, do it now? You see what I'm getting at here?"[/b]

[b]“Bit early for that kinda talk ain’t it?”[/b] Armas said, [b]“The paint’s barely bloody dry on the bulkheads!”[/b] Behind them the screech of the saw changed pitch as the blade bit into one of the hardened steel rivets. Mutiny as a concept wasn’t unheard of in the UI, but as far as Armas knew it hadn’t happened yet in the UINC - though there had been a couple of ships to disappear without an explanation. The DOC was also literally the only known sea-level port in the world - at least until the other Outreach Centers were finished. Armas swung his arm so it rested on Danzig's other shoulder. [b]"Look, we all knew the risks when we signed on - The Ring was always gonna kiss us"[/b] he said, [b]"Cap might've been a little hasty, but we made it"[/b].

Armas started steering them around, back towards the hole. He was fairly sure that Danzig was just feeling him out - he had a reputation as a malcontent - still, he'd better watch himself. [b]"I feel ya, but it's too early"[/b] He patted Danzig's shoulder and broke away  from the larger man. [b]"Still, it's a big ocean out here"[/b] Armas gave a bit of grin, [b]"What's some chatter between mates?"[/b]. Armas started back towards the hole, closing the conversation. Hopefully Danzig would take the hint and drop the matter, at least for now. He had no interest in a mutiny, but shipboard life was plenty interesting without any new enemies.

[b]"Now lets give Rast a hand with that plummetin' saw - it's almost as big as he is!"[/b] He said, grinning. Danzig gave a surly nod [b]"Jus' some chatter between friends, mark it stays tha'way"[/b]. Armas pulled out some gloves from his pocket and pulled them on, reaching up to brace the tip of the metal shard Rast was cutting, carefully keeping all his body parts away from the blade. Rast gave him a grunt of thanks and kept cutting, the shriek of the saw making conversation impossible as they worked their way around the hole.