[color=a36209][b]Adam 'Trails' Wilford[/b][/color]- Rook's Shack

Adam had been knocking fervently on Rook's door on autopilot and accidentally knocked his hand on Rook's armor in his excitement and pulled it bank in pain, "Ow!" Adam stepped back, "Hey there, big man.". Rook was looking down on him, “Trader man? What wrong? Rook is here. Is town under attack? Does Rook need to kill more Mirelurks to help protect town?” Rook asked. “Does Rook need to fight more bad creatures!?" Adam looked confused, "Mirelurk? Those crab things? What? Oh, no. I have something better! Come look! It's over by my place, the small warehouse on the other side of town!" Adam turned away, sprinting eagerly back home.

When Adam got back, he'd waited for Rook with the excitement of a child. "Rook! I know it's late, but you need to see this!" Adam looked out and pointed, holding out his binoculars for Rook to use. "It's a boat! And best of all it looks like it's still usable." He then pulled out a small notepad and scribbled on the paper, then looked to Rook. "Now, I know I got a little ahead of myself, but here's what I reckon we can do." He then held up the notepad and pointed at the crude diagram. "Now, I don't know if you guys can swim or sink like stones, so I came up with a plan. Either we use a small paddle boat or I just swim out there. We put a bunch of rope in the boat or I wrap it around me, then tie it onto the boat's mooring line, well, where it should go. I paddle or swim back here. Now, from there, I figure you, me and Bessie there can all pull and after a while, she'll be brought to the shoreline and I can get her fixed up. Can you imagine it, Rook? We'll be able to get a good fishing business up and running for the town. As for you, I'd be permanently in your debt for the help. I'm thinking a nice crate or a barrel full of whatever we catch for free might be good incentive. Not right now though, it's a little late for that. But maybe in the morning or afternoon tomorrow. What do you say, big man? Sound like a plan?"