[h3][color=39b54a]Danneil[/color][/h3]
It was, as things went, not a terrible day. There was much to do, as they were in port, so Danneil had been off before first light with a small away team to Nassau, sourcing timbers and finished plank. They had returned with a fine assortment: fir, mahogany, sapele, and alder. Oakum, pitch. Some planking, but mostly unfinished timbers. All for a handful of coin. Danneil had tasks in mind for immediate work as soon as they returned. There was [i]always[/i] work to do. Seawater wrecked havoc on a wooden ship. Water was insidious, and found its way in, in places all over, sometimes between, or occasionally directly through the wood that kept them safe and afloat. Even when there might appear to have been nothing to do, appearances were misleading. He had work from now until christendom, as long as the Quartermaster or the Head Mate had coin to allow the work to continue. They used the cock's block and falls to hoist the timbers to the main deck, and while two hands were making ready, Danneil set the Cradle for six paces aft from the bow, port side. He spoke severely to the two hands with him. 

[color=39b54a]"I'm to be a nether hair away from the waterline for two hours. See to it she's steady, and keep the pitch and wedges comin', y'hear?"[/color] And without further fuss, and mere nods from the two crewmen that they understood, Danneil was over the side in the cradle and lowering himself to within spitting distance of the waterline. They'd really torn his boat up. Working away with pitch and wedge, he filled what he could, and patched what he couldn't, occasionally calling for plank and sizes, dowels and caulk. 

A little after dark, satisfied with his work, Danneil pulled himself to the deck, and sought out the Bosun on-deck. He was soeaked to the skin with seawater and sweat, dreads tied back and hands bloody and raw. Just another day. [color=39b54a]"Edric, sir -- Port side fo'c'sle at the waterline is ship-shape. I'll remove the bracing from the hold shortly. Got us enough fir to replace those gun deck floorboards, what got the rot in 'em."[/color]