He had not gone with the majority of the crew, into Nasaau. There had been work to do aboard ship. There was always work to do. And the absence of crew for a day meant that some of the more difficult tasks to accomplish, could be seen to while the ship was comparatively quiet. A stairwell from the main deck to the cannon deck had been on Danneil's agenda for weeks, but it was so heavily trafficked on the daily, that he couldn't have got to it. But today was the day. By noontime, he had the treads removed, and the rotten stringer out. By mid afternoon he had reinstalled everything, better than new. He went up on deck, first to walk the new stair. Satisfied with his work, Danneil lit a pipe and bought himself a few minutes to look out over Nassau, before heading back down to the Orlop, collecting more planks and replacing a few that had caught his eye on the cannon deck. A bigger job, this -- moving anything on the cannon deck was difficult, heavy, and if he got it wrong, subject to a lashing from the master-at-arms. He enlisted a couple of swabbies to help with the moving of heavy gear in order to accomplish his task, and again to move the pieces back after he had done. 

After darkness descended, he spent time in his shop, working on 'the stump.' It was fine work, and took patience and determination. But it was a labour of love, and he would accept nothing less than perfection...