In the workshop, Coda worked quietly and swiftly, weaving the rop into a hammock in no time at all. Nodding, he bundled it up and returned to his quarters, nailing it up. Hopping in, he tested it. It was long and held high, diagonally across the room to give him more space. He laid in it before bouncing in it a few times, testing the weight resistance to its limits. The nails he hammered didn’t shift a bit. Satisfied, he said, “Sturdy walls, good Government carpenters. Good ship.” Nodding, he opened one eye when he felt the ship’s rocking get a tad stronger. Guessing as to the cause, he got up and headed out on to the deck.
When he got there, he saw several others about too, most of the crew in fact. “Setting sail? To where? To Paradise. Right, that place.” Scratching his head, he looked over to Jasmine before mumbling, “Medicinal knowledge...Doctor? Healer?” Speaking up, he said, “I’d like a word with you, maybe now, maybe later.” After another silence, he turned away, scratching his head before going back down below deck.



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