Fredericks looked indignant. "Fixing the ship," he retorted forcing himself to watch his language. What did she think he was doin', just lazying around? He was a bit furious and annoyed that she pretty much insinuated very close to what he had been doing. "I've been working hard to get it up and running in time for your father." His eyes went back to Estella. They took her in, having lewdly and have in disgust. It was obvious he didn't want her here. However, when Rebeca spoke up, he didn't protest. There was no way he was going to talk to the captain. The girl was right, he would probably not be in a good mood. Not that it was [i]His[/i] fault. No. It was the darn ship's fault. And the captain's. And this girl. 

"No I'll make do." His voice lowered slightly. "Hopefully she won't cause any more trouble." And at least she did have a sort of feminine beauty - not much but some. It was hard to tell in her clothes.

He watched as Rebeca walked out of the room before turning to the girl. "Alright, I don't have a lot of time to waste training you. So I hope you know what your doing."

Probably more than he did. No, that wasn't fair. Estella kept her face calm. "I'm a quick study," she said humbly. 

He smirked. Right. "Fine, I need you to take apart that section right there. Don't lose any pieces." He ordered.

Estella frowned slightly. It made no sense. "What's exactly wrong with the ship?" She asked. She'd rather understand what was off before they made even larger mess.

"Don't question, just obey." 

Despite her patience even Estella winced slightly at the harshness. Patience. Endurance. She forced a smile. "Alright. Anything in particular I should..."

"Just do it. I'll let you know." Fredericks snapped.

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For a brief moment, Roger let himself think about it. Trade school were usually expensive and very time consuming. You could technically apprentice with little money but basically you'd be working for several years straight without much of a holiday. As much as he wouldn't mind, it would mean he wouldn't be able to take any trips with Bea. And he had made a promise on Dr. Brown's grave that he'd watch over her. Not that she needed it much. She was very intelligent and beautiful young woman. But still... there were people out there who could hurt her. And that wasn't counting those who had killed her father. Roger wouldn't interfere with her life but he wanted to be there to step in if need be to help. 

Still... learning a trade. Being able to craft something with his hands, learning right alongside a master. It was fascinating and would be interesting. And he knew what trade he'd like to do: carpentry. It might be considered a bit old fashioned compared to a lot of other things but there was something about the grain of wood, the feel of it against his hands, the feeling of crafting something from it - not that he had before, he whittled but not much more - but the combinations of all that fascinated him. 

He knew he would need to learn something, eventually. He couldn't be a dock worker all his life or move from job to job. Eventually he would have a family, settle down, and they would need supporting. He wouldn't ask his wife to constantly move as he looked for work or to put up with bare wages. It wouldn't be right.

Oblivious to the blush on Bea's face, he snapped back to reality at her comment. "It's a thought," he replied. "I do like carpentry." He shrugged. "Maybe eventually. Who knows. But then again, most masters look for someone a bit younger." He turned the conversation back to her. "So have you figured out what you'd do after graduation?"