*On the middle deck, the halfling examined the stubs the new masts would eventually be lashed to. The sun shone dustily through the holes in the top deck that the masts would be fit into. At the sound of light, but weighty thuds above her, the young woman climbed the ladder to the upper deck.*

*mumbling* That front mast is going to be a nightmare...

Madame Lemac, the second deck is prepared. If one other can help me, we can have temporary rig in about a minute after the mast is dropped. The permanent lashing will of course take a bit longer, but all could be completed an hour after the third one is dropped. Just let me know when thou're ready.

*Walking about the upper deck, Gamine peered down the holes onto the second deck, eyeballing the fit and verifying the immediacy of the boards and rope necessary.*

The most annoying thing I ever had to do?
You're lookin' at it.

AIM: UnaGamine
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DC: Gamina
RS: Gaminia