[center] Rook – Town Edges, Afternoon [/center]

Rook had spent some time resting, he happily drank the water that was provided to him by Adam. Rook sat in his shack for a few hours to let everything recover. Even he got tired, and it was something that he was always happy to feel. Being able to work hard to help aid the town was something that he wanted to do. Standing up, he walked to shore edge. There was a number of things he wanted to do now.

Grabbing the tool box he had found some years ago, he headed out. He walked to the barge that was on the coast. He spent some time walking onto it, being careful and looking at how it was set on the sand. He grabbed the shovel that he carried with him, working the sand off the edge of it and then walking to the front of the barge. Setting down the tool box, he opened it up and popped his neck as he pulled out the hack saw.

“Ok boat... We are going to break away from other boat. We are going to go down the shore. We need to get crates to help build wall.” He said to the steel cables, starting to saw them slowly, putting scoring marks on them. With a nod, he would go back to the tool box, pulling out the torch.

When he cut through the cables, he used the torch to weld the other cables to this one. It didn't take too long with this one. He was glad. The torch was nearly empty by the time he was done. He would need to get another one before too long. Still, it did it's job. He walked back to his shack, grabbing his bracers and chest armor. It took a moment to get it on, and then he went back to the barge. If no one made the attempt to help him, it would take a while, between the digging out of the sand, and pushing it a bit more off the shore, then working to drag it in the surf and edge of the water to the old boat port just past his shack.

Pulling the barge to shore, he walked to a large tree and tie it down so it didn't float off. That would help. A lot. He walked back onto the barge, pulling it hard to get it wedged slightly into sand. Pulling out his lock pick, Rook moved to the first container. He looked to the lock pick and lifted it up some. It was still in good shape. Wonderful. Grabbing it with both hands, Rook lifted it high and smashed down with the heavy metal hammer. Lock pick indeed.

It took two hits to break off the ancient lock upon the first crate. Opening the crate, he would look inside of it. Within was scrap steel, like it was headed to a scrap yard to be broken down. Wonderful! That would do well for the wall. Moving to the next one, he would repeat the process of breaking the lock. Inside this one was something he didn't expect. Tools filled this one, like it was one that was going to go to a store from before the bombs.

The next crate was empty, that was... Oddly helpful. And the final one had more scrap steel. This was interesting. He smiled a bit as he looked over everything. Now the trick was get others down here to help. For now, he would start by working to haul the steel up the way, towards the second road entrance. This was going to be where another gate was going to need to be set up. He looked at the old truck and then pondered for a moment. Well, now was as good as any time. Setting down the steel, he would walk into the large building right there, the Sandy Cove Inn as it had been renamed.

“Hello?” Rook called as he walked in.