(ooc: please remember folks, the ship is not in the water yet!)

*Laying her plate aside, the halfling notices a couple of sidelong looks.*

That looks like the "you were rude, but I am polite so let's just ignore it" look. Great. Wonder what I did now?

Nasas, nobody hates you. Just calm down enough for us to have a rational conversation.

Madame Lemac, I know there is much left to do, but perhaps, as the hull is sound, we should first figure out how we will set it afloat? The other repairs can be made at anchor, except perhaps the masts. Hast thou any ideas?

Hum. At least Tod gets along with Fireforge better than Vandree did. There is something to be said for cultural displacement.

*Notices Rag/Dion running distractedly about the beach and ocean. Rolls her eyes and returns focus to the conversation.*

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