Wafer D. Kite - Embarrassment and death defying stunts! Good luck Kite!
Kite had begun his preparation thinking they could somehow easily handle the challenge that had appeared before them. Reverse Mountain, however, was an obstacle ready to break down the spirit of any pirate not prepared to commit their lives to their dreams. He realized this quickly as the violent current pulled the Rum Runner in and jerks him back.
"Shit!" He yelped as he grabbed hold of the rail of the ship and held himself in place. Once he'd adjusted he began moving again. The sails had been pulled down and the ship stabilized, but soon a chunk of the mast's crossbeam was taken. This helped in part to throw off the balance once again. Then they lost a part of the hull.
"Fuck..." He seemed to complain though the smile on his showed off everything but fear. He was excited. This was part of what he'd dreamed of. He'd never thought of the journey to freedom and the life of a pirate as simple and devoid of danger. So, he sprung into action.
Bonesword had created wood which he picked up. The amount was probably more than most people would be able to carry in one trip. Most normal people anyway. He had been tasked with keeping the ship moving. Besides, years of work, lifting, building and repaired had helped build a considerable amount of muscle. He began first by patching the areas that had been torn away. He grinned as he hammered the planks into place and covered the holes to avoid unnecessary water from getting in. It'd taken a few minutes, but it was still faster than the average shipwright would have handled it.
"Okay, that's done now..." He rushed because to the deck. He'd grabbed himself a rope, but he'd remembered hearing something earlier. Something about milk. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed all he could of the stuff before rushing out and to Bonesword. He hadn't paid much attention to anything else he was so focused on everything going on.
"Here!" He called out as he skidded to a stop before the kid and threw the milk from the bucket onto him. It wouldn't be for a few that he'd notice the cup that'd likely be placed by Lilliana in front of him.
"Oh..." Maybe the kid didn't need to be covered in milk, but drink it.
Well that's embarrassing... He thought before the sight caught his eye.
"Holy shit..." The ship was on a collision course, but the little bone boy and Lilliana were fast at work to try and avoid it. But how could he... He stopped and shook his head.
"The mast." He said simply. He couldn't just gawk at them all. This was a pirate crew. Still he'd heard the captains orders, but he couldn't follow them.
"Bonesword, I need you to create a stump of a tree out of the broken end of the mast. It'll be a temporary fix, but I'll be able to fix the ropes and cables back so we can have better control of the sails." He explained quickly as he checked to make sure the cup was filled.
Without another word and hopefully sparing him of his own embarrassment he ran to the mast. He wraped the rope he'd grabbed around himself and, somewhat loosely, around the mast itself. He could at least climb with less fear of the wind and speed knocking him off. He began to climb watching as the "extra wood" formed.
Hell yeah. He smirked as he made his way up to it and got to work driving in spaces he could loop the ropes through and among other things. Once he'd fixed those, hopefully they would hold until they were down the mountain.
Now, he was slowly making his way along the mast. He was pulling up, closing and fastening the sails. There would, hopefully, be less wind propulsion and help slow the ship further to avoid the collision. Unfortunately, he would need to hold on for dear life now, as getting up had already been enough of a challenge and getting down...
Yeah That's gonna be a problem. He thought as he resigned himself to stand down and watch the others at work, particularly Lilliana, who's equipment was a technological marvel and he wanted to know more.
