Well shit.
Craig was in a bit of a straight. About 2 hours ago he wandered into the dry docks(sky docks?) fascinated by the rush and ramble of the porters and mechanics, and was promptly conscripted. He had been working on the red vessel's boilers, which seemed to have been punctured by millions of...bone fragments? Craig had no qualms with this meticulous work, but he was assigned to the blue ship over yonder, and couldn't bring it to himself to tell the foreman otherwise.
His eyes darted to and from his work and his original objective, a mass of people were already boarding the "Tycoon" or some-such, the thought of being left behind or worse... reprimanded, caused him to panic a bit.
Well, first day out of the Forge and I've already balls things up
He looked over to his toolbox; there weren't no tools to fix this mess. His breathing became haggard. The foreman was instructing other mechanics, far too busy to listen to his complaints... plus he was much larger than Craig. He'd try to sneak away if he wasn't already convinced he wouldn't knock over a set of crates and bring immediate attention to himself.
Please, please, someone... anyone.
The foreman suddenly started to head in his direction, making him recede back to his work.
Fortunately(or unfortunately), the foreman passed by quickly to attend to some porters.
Oh god, please.
Craig was in a bit of a straight. About 2 hours ago he wandered into the dry docks(sky docks?) fascinated by the rush and ramble of the porters and mechanics, and was promptly conscripted. He had been working on the red vessel's boilers, which seemed to have been punctured by millions of...bone fragments? Craig had no qualms with this meticulous work, but he was assigned to the blue ship over yonder, and couldn't bring it to himself to tell the foreman otherwise.
His eyes darted to and from his work and his original objective, a mass of people were already boarding the "Tycoon" or some-such, the thought of being left behind or worse... reprimanded, caused him to panic a bit.
Well, first day out of the Forge and I've already balls things up
He looked over to his toolbox; there weren't no tools to fix this mess. His breathing became haggard. The foreman was instructing other mechanics, far too busy to listen to his complaints... plus he was much larger than Craig. He'd try to sneak away if he wasn't already convinced he wouldn't knock over a set of crates and bring immediate attention to himself.
Please, please, someone... anyone.
The foreman suddenly started to head in his direction, making him recede back to his work.
Fortunately(or unfortunately), the foreman passed by quickly to attend to some porters.
Oh god, please.