23nd Winter, 515 AV,
The Patchwork Port
The Patchwork Port
The girl had a job to do. An important one. As she gazed out over the water, she grinned and swung her borrowed toolkit, glancing over at Ferny who was yanking on a rope to pull the small work boat forwards.
Today was a day for going onto the sea. Nearby, a fisherman had said, was his ship that lay on the rocks, having drifted from its anchor in the night. The man was devastated, as it was his livelihood, but the workshop was going to fix it, and Karin was on the team.
She was mostly there as back-up, and Ferny and his father were going to do the majority of the work, but Karin was excited nonetheless. Whilst Ferny went to fetch what they would need to rescue the boat, the girl climbed aboard the Kittiwake, the name of the boat which Cadog owned.
The day was a calm one, the waters not clear, but still nonetheless. It was strange that the fisherman's boat had been broken on the rocks, considering it was so clement. Perhaps, the girl thought, there's foul play at work. It could be difficult to keep profits if there was a lot of competition.
Nevertheless, it wasn't her job to investigate that. Plus, all she was concerned about was her voyage, her chance to work on something large and important. She had just placed the toolkit down when Ferny arrived with some planks of oiled wood propped on his shoulder, Cadog following behind carrying a pot of nails and some tough, leather waterproofs.
They both clambered onto the Kittiwake, and were soon laughing and joking amongst each other. Karin stood to the side and looked over the edge of the boat, a grin that she couldn't quench startling her face from its usual blank frown.
"Hey, Karin! Be useful girl!" Ferny called her over, and handed her a rope. She took it, and when Ferny directed her to pull, she did. The small, cheerfully coloured sails rose up the mast and the girl grinned even wider. She looped the rope around but let Ferny tie it, too inexperienced to do it herself.
Soon, the Kittiwake was bounding through the water. It was a light boat, and the sails were tilted to catch what little wind there was. Thankfully, the site wasn't far away, and was visible from the shore. The small but short journey through the waves on the boat put Karin into such a brilliant mood that even Cadog picked up on it.
However, when they reached the broken boat, the mood dropped. It was terrible to see it. The small boat was toppled over on one side, and smashed against the side of the rock which protruded from the water like a tooth. There was no way that it had been from the waters last night, and Cadog said it, muttering under his breath at the tenacity of whoever had done it.
The community at the Patchwork Port was a small one, and at the mention of a fellow called 'Fenten', the girl guessed that they knew who could have done it. But the business at hand was that of repairing.
With a careful eye, Cadog stepped onto the only part of the rock which could fit a person on, and which provided easy access to the deck of the boat. The part which was broken was the left-hand side of the boat, the port side. Thankfully, it hadn't been damaged so much as to have sunk, but it was listing and filling up with water quickly.
-Beautiful boxcode credits go to Aislyn Leavold!
Today was a day for going onto the sea. Nearby, a fisherman had said, was his ship that lay on the rocks, having drifted from its anchor in the night. The man was devastated, as it was his livelihood, but the workshop was going to fix it, and Karin was on the team.
She was mostly there as back-up, and Ferny and his father were going to do the majority of the work, but Karin was excited nonetheless. Whilst Ferny went to fetch what they would need to rescue the boat, the girl climbed aboard the Kittiwake, the name of the boat which Cadog owned.
The day was a calm one, the waters not clear, but still nonetheless. It was strange that the fisherman's boat had been broken on the rocks, considering it was so clement. Perhaps, the girl thought, there's foul play at work. It could be difficult to keep profits if there was a lot of competition.
Nevertheless, it wasn't her job to investigate that. Plus, all she was concerned about was her voyage, her chance to work on something large and important. She had just placed the toolkit down when Ferny arrived with some planks of oiled wood propped on his shoulder, Cadog following behind carrying a pot of nails and some tough, leather waterproofs.
They both clambered onto the Kittiwake, and were soon laughing and joking amongst each other. Karin stood to the side and looked over the edge of the boat, a grin that she couldn't quench startling her face from its usual blank frown.
"Hey, Karin! Be useful girl!" Ferny called her over, and handed her a rope. She took it, and when Ferny directed her to pull, she did. The small, cheerfully coloured sails rose up the mast and the girl grinned even wider. She looped the rope around but let Ferny tie it, too inexperienced to do it herself.
Soon, the Kittiwake was bounding through the water. It was a light boat, and the sails were tilted to catch what little wind there was. Thankfully, the site wasn't far away, and was visible from the shore. The small but short journey through the waves on the boat put Karin into such a brilliant mood that even Cadog picked up on it.
However, when they reached the broken boat, the mood dropped. It was terrible to see it. The small boat was toppled over on one side, and smashed against the side of the rock which protruded from the water like a tooth. There was no way that it had been from the waters last night, and Cadog said it, muttering under his breath at the tenacity of whoever had done it.
The community at the Patchwork Port was a small one, and at the mention of a fellow called 'Fenten', the girl guessed that they knew who could have done it. But the business at hand was that of repairing.
With a careful eye, Cadog stepped onto the only part of the rock which could fit a person on, and which provided easy access to the deck of the boat. The part which was broken was the left-hand side of the boat, the port side. Thankfully, it hadn't been damaged so much as to have sunk, but it was listing and filling up with water quickly.
-Beautiful boxcode credits go to Aislyn Leavold!
Of the sea...
