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

[b]"One more down"[/b] Armas grunted as he dropped a deckplate offcut onto the slowly growing pile next to the hole. He shrugged his shoulders a few times, swinging his arms back and forth to clear some of the stiffness as he walked over to where Rast was prepping for the next cut.

[b]"Get back ove' here"[/b] Danzing grumbled and the two of them braced the piece of metal as Rast began to cut at the base of it. The saw shrieked and whined as it bit through the toughened deck plating. They'd managed to neaten up a good portion of the hole, but there was still a ways to go before they could cover it with the canvas. Hopefully they'd be able to get the hole patched before there was anymore rain or trouble. He was pretty sure they had some spare material in one of the cargo bays.

Armas saw the Captain approaching over Danzig's shoulder and indicated to the other two men with a jerk of his head. Rast let the saw idle and stood up as the Captain came closer. [b]"Good work, all,"[/b] Conway said gruffly as he eyed the work they'd done on clearing the edges of the hole. [b]"That lightnin' strike was quite tha black miracle, eh? 'Course, we're outside tha range o'them now. Let's work ta get this covered and--White Whale, man, yer leg!"[/b]

Armas looked down as the Captain pointed, his eyes widening as he noticed the gash in his leg. His thigh had been hurting for a while, but he hadn't actually stopped to check it. It must've happened during the mad dash for the journalist when the wave hit. Dammit, he thought, I liked these pants. He poked at it, his fingers coming away stained bright red, though luckily it didn't seem to be that bad. [b]"How are ya not feelin' that, man. Plummet. Find medical an' have 'em take a look at that fer ya. Go on!"[/b] Conway said.

Armas grimaced slightly, [b]"Tis not that bad sir, I can finish - "[/b] Conway cut him off with a stormy glare and Armas let the rest of the sentence trail off. He nodded, sketching a rough salute with his hand [b]"Yessir"[/b], he finished. Conway's glare softened a minute fraction and he waved him off as he moved to take Armas's place with the other two men. Danzig and Rast were looking distinctly uneasy at this sudden development, but they said nothing as they made room for the Captain.

[b]"Let's take care o'this, eh?"[/b] Armas heard Conway say as he started towards the Medbay. He wondered if the Captain knew about Danzig's mutinious mumblings. There was no way he could know about what he and Danzig talked about, but maybe the redhead had shot his mouth off before. Not much they could do about it now anyways. Armas doubted the Captain was going to do anything, just let them know he was watching.

[center][b][u]Medbay[/u][/b][/center]

By the time Armas had tromped his way to the Medbay, along the length of the ship and down a couple of ladders, the cut in his thigh was making itself known, along with the other bruises he'd collected. The cut was stinging from the residual saltwater where he'd gotten drenched, which he supposed was a good thing. He was still going to the medbay though - Conway would tear strips off him otherwise. He could hear a babble of different voices as approached and he stuck his head around the door. The small medbay was actually pretty crowded, and certainly looked as if had seen better days, it had gotten pretty tossed around in the storm.

[b]"Sorry to interrupt"[/b] He said, [b]"Cut my leg - 's not to bad, but Cap'n told me to get it seen to, so here I am"[/b].