[color=a36209][i][b]Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Outside Adam's seaside home[/b][/i][/color]

Adam had rubbed his brow at the crude set up, using an old car as his base for the rope when he came back to shore. He paddled the boat slowly in the morning sun, the smell of the sea wafting pleasantly in his nose. When he touched the boat, he jumped on deck to look around the boat to see if he could find any holes needing patching before he began. He did find a small tear, but nothing too deep and welded a small sheet of scrap metal he'd brought along. When that was done, he tied his ropes to the ship and checked to make sure they were securely in place with a few hard yanks and tugs. Satisfied, he jumped into the small rowboat and made his way back to shore with the rope. He listened to the gulls squawking noisily as he reached the shore and walked up the mud and winched the rope through the car, to keep the ship in place in case they lost grip on the ropes and he then tied the ropes to Bessie. "Alright girl, MUSH!" He slapped Bessie on the ass and she began to pull with all her might and so did he. He grunted and pulled, his gloved hands slipping but regaining a slow grip with each slip soon after. "Alright, stop...stop......stop." He leaned forward, wiping sweat from his brow and pushing back the matted mop of hair in his face. They'd made some progress, but they looked to be at it all day at this rate, or possibly even tomorrow. He sat in the dirt to try and recoup when a big shadow overtook him. Adam looked up with a hand over his eyes, thinking the sun had gone cloudy. “Rook is here. Let's get boat pulled up so you can start working on it.” Adam smiled with a worn out look and extended his hand to Rook's, "Welcome aboard, big man.". Adam turned to the jury rigged winch, "We've got the boat about...well...one/fifth of the way here. But with you here, we should be done in the next few hours.". He moved about to the other side of the winch system and pointed to a spot on the other side of the car as his energy was slowly coming back. "So, you will pull here in front. I will help feed the rope through this...uh...car...winch....thing and Bessie will pull it from her side. As she pulls, the rope tightens so if you lose your grip, we won't lose progress, see?" With that, Adam turned and yelled, 'Go, girl!' and she began to pull as he gave Rook a friendly pat on the back and the two began the process of pulling the boat to shore.